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Muhammed Akkuş
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The cold chains of my life tightening with no mercy
Frantic ideas scarring the sand grains—verbose
As if a rainstorm were busting my own life, leaving no memory
Yet the trace of hope stayed covert on purpose

The function of freedom surpasses its notion
Unfathomably I took the reins back in motion

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