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May 2014
Dead he is for words.

But living he is for emotions.

Dead he is for actions.

But living he is for thoughts.

Dead he is for people.

But living he is for him himself.

Dead he is for his home.

But living he is for his cave.

Dead he is for the world.

But living he is for universe.

Dead he is for the end.

But living he is for the present.
Monkey
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Monkey  Istanbul
(Istanbul)   
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