Emre Gul Poems

blooming plum tree
when the sun hits
turns green
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I can't look in the mirror with my girlfriend
my hand on his shoulder, his teeth on my neck long forgotten angel of death
My eyes go out so quickly like a cigarette left in water
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with yellowed teeth
the wind bit the tree
leaves rustled
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the bear that crushed the mountain
footprints
nor is it small
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