Aysel

I find myself present in the fullness of absence. Every time I seek my self I find others. When I look for them, I see only my own strange self. Am I an individual teeming with crowds?
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Who Am I, without Exile?
Nothing is left of me except you. Nothing is left of you except me- a stranger caressing the thighs of a stranger.
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Nothing carries me, or loads me with an idea: neither nostalgia, nor promise.
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The Land of the Stranger, the Serene Land
There is no name for what life should be, except what you did and what you do to my soul.
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