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6h
Weighed tons as I walked stuck with it, the glue.
It was dyed blue, I must be well but can anyone cure this chronic flu?
No medicine there to fill that void like affection do.
I want to break the cycle of having no clue,
From this stuck pattern, turning it into geranium from that past navy blue.
Emirhan Nakaş
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Emirhan Nakaş  20/M/Ankara
(20/M/Ankara)   
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