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@eftershal
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
Last year I abstained
this year I devour
without guilt
which is also an art
Die, they whisper, Die,
their eyes consuming
themselves like stars
I did not say anything, I sat.
and watched, they happened
because I did not say anything.