9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
The desperation of drowning in a magnetic field,
Locking slice, steaming objects,
Identity of speaking mouths,
My past comes alive in my eyes now,
I don't know which wall to bang my head against,
And unlimited questions in my ear,
Who made you love me?
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