I leave pieces
of myself here,
like childhood memories
that I'll need, when I grow
older, older, o l d e r .
And I leave pieces
of yours too,
so that we grow old,
together, together, t o g e t h e r .
(a/n)
After . . . a minute's thought,
I've decided to leave this book
at twenty chapters.
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h a i m i s h
Şiir. . . haimish; moon talks, and alleyed pyols. . . . homes a collection of snippets from the times I feel most at home. prose/poetry
