FEBRUARY OF AUGUST From the Pen of Süleyman Kuş
FEBRUARY OF AUGUST
The wings of my crane
light from sky-blue
< p>milky lightLighter than air
kindly volatile
State lead in earthquake dents
< span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">roll your dice when you roll the parabey-son
when you hit with the trick of how many hundred years
< span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">My cranes, my horns, my fins wing!
Our blood
sidewalks
licked!
Not one but a thousand...how can I do it
fuck you to death
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false...gilded
he falls into the rotten plain
Not a thousand, not ten thousand...
where should I go
I've been spinning around head-ends
anger,
More than lament
Starred forehead!
Suleyman Kus