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Sinking into dead roots of old oak trees and fallen leaves
I let them out one by one
Left eye
Right eye
Salty
They slowly absorb into the old canopies of red and black cloth
I feel empty
Emptier than a jar of raspberry jam on a summer morning on the farm
I feel emptier than a body without a…
ContinueAdded by Nuray Ozturk on December 24, 2012 at 13:00 — 1 Comment
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