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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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Darling tell me fresh words
which you did not say to anyone do not let the weapons to attack me tonight If I don’t breath I wouldn’t count as I lived my heart is shivering you know my anger is to the planes and birds I am drinking coffee your lower lip is on the mousse with my upper lip I take a sip your voice mixes with my tongue and turns into letters just like the taste of coffee grounds I convert them into poetry so that everyone can read you within me I could never tell in my writings/you are EXCELLENT. ©Günsel Djemal 18.03.2011
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