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Aug 2017
only in spilled rivers to my heart
I carry your gravel stones
you takes at your hands

my gift for you

my waters washes your feet
you enjoys
I would be happy

my gift for you

you would not come
when winter came
I said bitter songs

my gift for you
Semihten5
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Semihten5  42/Turkey
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