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May 2014
When everything finishes.
When its all over.
When everyone is gone.
When nothing is left to hear except the silence.
When nothing is left to be seen except the beauty of emptiness.
When nothing is left to taste expect for life.
When nothing is left to feel except for the loneliness.
When nothing is left to be fed expect your soul.
When everything is left except for right.
I will be there.
Monkey
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Monkey  Istanbul
(Istanbul)   
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