Murat Halici
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Monsiour Time
I know you Monsiour Time
You are the head of fourty thieves
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Ah Madam Petri!
Your rage has ranged
With your voice which doesn't cling nowhere
As violets capture corners
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I am brewing with silence crazily
Notas have died long since
Time is a scorpion which stings itself
Loneliness is amirror which shows myself
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A shadow is hanged to hour-hand of the wall clock
Others are hovering around me
A horribleness scream is breaking away my torn past
Our laughing is squashed into a foxed photograph
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Life tricked our childhoods
For a few liar truths
We sold our our dream courts
As increasing the walls
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Monseiour Time
Monsiour Time
I know you Monsiour Time
You are the head of fourty thieves
The rasp which rasps the persons
Who were gotten the air
Rush of death in some pupils
Love, death and faith
Other heads of chiefs of fourty thieves
I know you Monsiour Time
You are faithful buckler of God
You work for God every moment
Even you drop the guillotine sometimes
Sometimes a kindly mother hand
Your whispers are
İf you are innocent provincial treasures
Why do you get out of under of all stones?
I know you Monsiour Time
You are what a novice painter!
When you always delete the places you painted
How should I find my place on the painting?
Besides I dont know that
am I a paint or am I a toile
My wish is that like everyone's
You to start over
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