9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
One two three, bud and shy and monumental...
It was a place, no, it was illegible and androgynous, constantly dividing.
Repentance from experiencing a form of extinction, will it increase or not?
It was after the grocers of surprised men, where flour was flowing from their hands.
It is the last time that the sky is tried for the last time, bitter than dates, eaten raw by a whim.
Her notebooks were calcified and buried, as she had tainted the fearful roses.
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söz birliği etmişcesine
'aşk hastalığıdır bunun adı
ve çok sarsar insanı bu yaştan sonra'
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'aşk hastalığıdır bunun adı
ve çok sarsar insanı bu yaştan sonra'
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