I Have To Find A Dry Towel Şiiri - Yorumlar

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I have to find a dry towel,
To my face strewn with mud,
The filigree caress will be the last of my voice..
Beauty that grows compassion in sadness;
Make me talk to the moonlight...

Hurry up my cleansed chest,

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