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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2013-11-25 | | The door we hide behind In the dark lunar emotions lie funky and shy before being caught vibrating bodies like fresh-cut flowers breathes life reaches to the honey yellow petals of daylight warmth we're getting old in this ghetto house never without our pre-private memories wishing ... In daydreaming... or kissing so we were wrapped to each other in the dark. ©Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN 25.11.2013
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