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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2011-06-12 | | Who came and gone from this crazy heart of mine especially not from the dreams but realm as if there’s no other true love from mine what is your hurry and disturbance I passed from the grave yard today as I was in full bliss hanging across many living floating lives until hundred then hanging plunder come and dream on crazy heart you think you’ve got wings but cannot fly desperate not to be absent from this cup bearer world now crazy heart soil will be thrown on your head in front of you standing four walled gates nobody will hear your voice screams are deaf and blind like the ocean in your heart such as roads, such as years, such as future my past years... there, feelings waiting to be repaired and concerns the language cannot express sentences are in my eyes in my words rain it’s your turn to come now untouchable from afar in my body the death is sea drowning... where’s my cardigan? I am naked where’s conscious? I am dead. It was all a dream I wrote a letter to you read reply or drop a line or appear at my door step one unexpected evening and stay. Günsel Djemal 12.6.2011
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