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22h
Confusions flooding in, even semantics doesn't have a clue,
Rising complexities, guardian angels don't know what to do,
After a thousand knots, now into the light I see.
Planting new perspectives hoping they'll reach the edge of the galaxy.

Built as a broadcast delay, I could touch the tension in those stares,
When I found myself being -once again- late.
No warning signs exist against the struggle to radicate,
For once, thought printing machine of mine had better not create a bait.
Emirhan Nakaş
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Emirhan Nakaş  20/M/Ankara
(20/M/Ankara)   
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     amara and Emirhan Nakaş
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