Heart

Heart

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The smell of burning after the coral mansion on your skin

When it snows, your feet catch fire for your footlessness

You were brought out from under the rocks, your youth is forgotten

Your fingers are severed, your hands are burnt

How many times can this be drawn, which the body and the miniaturists do not know?

The unraveled thread is in the dust, your eyes are timid roe deer

What night is this without warning, the moon is on fire, closing the roads

He runs away and grabs a can of diesel.

frosty in a carton of cigarette smoke

All those little bastards whose stars are not lit

It seems like Mesopotamia doesn't have a star...

Publisher : Lîs Publications
Number of pages : 73
Publication Year : 2018
ISBN : 978-605-7535-02-3
The heart : Turkish
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RODEM ÇAÇAN | 06/01/2025
Heart The burning smell of the coral mansion on your skin then ignites on your feet when it snows, you were taken out from under the rocks for your lack of feet, the memory of your youth is gone, your fingers are broken, your hands are burnt, your body, muralists don't know how many unraveled threads are pulled in the dust, your eyes are timid, karacabu how many nights without warning, the moon is on fire, the roads are on fire, a can of diesel is caught in your hand, a carton of cigarettes. It's as if there aren't all those little chicks whose frosty stars haven't burned in the smoke, the star of Mesopotamia.. LS0430
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