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Mar 2014
"I'm a little drunk on you and high on summer time..."

We were as cheap as the wine you brought
lame as the lyrics of that country song.
You laughed. I laughed.
Things were perfect. So they seemed.
I laughed. You laughed.
I cried. You laughed.
I got stuck in a bog of indecision. You laughed.
I wrote you poems. You laughed.
I swayed back and forth between facing the harsh reality
and losing myself in a delusional happiness. You laughed.
I suffocated from lack of tenderness. You laughed.
I took the blame over the mistakes we made. You laughed.
I loved.
I tried.
I hated.
I failed.
I said I had to go.                              You      just      laughed.
As I was leaving, you kept silent.
I
laughed.*
I was finally sure that summer was over.




@mosquitoism 20.03.2014
mosquitoism
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mosquitoism  Istanbul
(Istanbul)   
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