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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-04-29 | | Tracking the time At the intervals of my pen Silent on paper Ready to explode For the poems Not letting go off my collar My pale-yellow room They know My loneliness/… Hey! Walls Stop counting the glasses You have also seen I have only just started drinking Yet then again there is Hell of a time till morrow. Poem by: Atilla Elustun 05/05/2005 Emirgan Translation by: Gunsel Djemal - London
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