9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Three or five syllables hidden in his pale face that ran out of battery:
Neither broken nor broken,
It is neither full of lies nor rebellion,
Even if he reproaches himself,
Maybe make up for lost time,
What is he drinking?
What is the longing for the life he can't drink?
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