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Jul 2019
they have made fools out of themselves
to take the given inside burning mess
and digging gold from it from the loving work
and put into order the mess of the second
and still they would turn their heads into stones
and know ***** little secrets with their eyes.
secrets that have never been born.
they would just stand there and acquire the gold
silver and bronze of the air
and become the pillar of some badly lighted room.
Written by
Ugur Kupeli
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     S Olson, Bogdan Dragos and Salmabanu Hatim
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