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Jun 2018
our
water is entering to our lung,
our tongue sourish, we are drunk.
our souls shape due to command,
killing follows after cause one want.
why your heart rejects beating,
and pitifulness watching us all the night?
Kivanc
Written by
Kivanc  20/M/Turkey
(20/M/Turkey)   
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