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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2011-09-09 | [Этот текст следует читать на // Русском english] | Now your voice is coming from far away how much you talk by my side a crackling noise, are the lines faulty a depth in a distance just tell me was it like this even if you were silent I used to hear you was it like this previously? you would have been like screaming towards the inner ear of mine from the planet you were in. Poem by: Cengiz Orhan January 2005-Istanbul- from his published book "Half of Nothing" Translation by: Günsel Djemal London
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