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Dec 2024
We mourn and yearn.
That is all we can do
while the time is preserving the state of unliving,
ending,
killing everyone and everything—
As the days went by mercilessly,
I suddenly felt what I never knew I could,
daydreaming about lying inside
a coffin perhaps carved from marble,
for evermore—
beneath my moonlit headstone
standing in the damp and somber night
hinting what I once was
and that I will never return.
atifaydinturanli
Written by
atifaydinturanli  22/M/Türkiye
(22/M/Türkiye)   
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     Liana and Ejiro
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