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Waste me nothing, my dear
I will keep writing you the same lines
Everyday
And every month when they force me into the lines
Again I will stop and finger paint
Your face into the sky
The most innocent thing about it all
Is that I cannot bring my lips to the bottle anymore
I do not want to drink you out of my system
I prefer you in my mouth like those
Cubes of ice we grabbed as children
Together
Trabzon seemed so far away
We were never frightened by distance
This only comes to us as adults
Separating self from hands
Is as asking the freedom fighters
of our world to stop believing
Stop fighting
Start understanding that freedom cannot exist
I would like to dare to challenge the constituions of nothingness
That the only freedom
We can never attain is the freedom we allow into our own hearts
And waste me nothing, my dear
You wrote me a goodbye
I have yet to see you since but surely we will rendevous again
In the next four lives
Victims Ode
Becoming a victim the money hungry leave the location of their root
For some grander castle in the sky an organic disposition
Is made obselete with the terror in a childs eyes.
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