Biography
I write poems here in Istanbul, Turkey. That's all.
hell of idiot bugs
there was nothing to wait for not even a single cell, in that darkness arabian died that night, right after the sun, death was a joke. chopped imagewas anot her jok e. crop that scene, crop my arms, we obtain them. muscles, spider webs there was nothnig to talk about. no one. and i haven't died that well before.
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