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Continue reading โ: You shot and I didn’t die by Ahmet Selcuk Ilhan
Donโt used to offend to springs with no flowers, while you were here To the rainy skies…these melancholic evenings While you were here Donโt used to look and sigh to train stations To bus stopsโฆ While you were here I donโt used to cry to ones get seperated Donโt used to get down after finished loves Donโt…
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Continue reading โ: Confession by Charles Bukowski
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for my wife she will see this stiff white body shake it once, then maybe again “Hank!” Hank won’t answer. it’s not my death that worries me, it’s my wife left with this…
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Continue reading โ: No Help For That by Charles Bukowski
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never…
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Continue reading โ: For the Ones Who are Waiting by Umit Yasar Oguzcan
Whenever I hear some footsteps I run to the door To see if that’s you coming Whenever I see some brown hair I feel heart-broken I feel like crying Everything reminds me of you Whenever I look at the sky I see thousands of your eyes Whenever wind touches my…
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Continue reading โ: For The Foxes by Charles Bukowski
don’t feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain who constantly rearrange their lives like furniture. juggling mates and attitudes their confusion is constant and it will touch whoever they deal with. beware of them: one of their key…





