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POEM “Change”
A new ChangeCould itself ask forSome troubleTo make the looting double.New stuff, new situationsTerrible consequencesAnd a little throphyTo make it all glimmeryWith a cup of coffee, cigaretteAnd a new dialogTo exchange What weMade anew. Continue reading
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POEM “She”
She had no love to giveSo she took.The other she, had it all intactSo gave it freelyTo all of Thee. Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “HAIR AND TEETH”
İ bloody lost my hair when I was born. I was born bald. And grew bald. No hair in sight. I looked like an skinhead my whole life. And was so dysphoric about it. All I could grow was some moustache and beard. And that was it. And ofcourse I grew them, looked like an Continue reading
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