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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-04-29 | | I have stowed away my passion on the rump of pains I have sieved on my mother’s head-scarf breached fantasies… and washed in your eyes I had painted the horizon red leaking blood, from your eyes the smell of thyme field of your hair I have written out the folk song to the steam of your heart. Poem by Atilla Elustun 23.07.1997 - Edremit Translation by: Gunsel Djemal - London
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