You are not able to understand the reasons behind her eminent desire to evade
She is always on the run
Even if you hold her tight,
There's this slippery layer she covers herself with
Because she has tried to lay her down a couple times before
But she keeps hustling
As walking on a tin line between she and her
Where both collide,
No light could ever be found
There are only sketches of what she would have become
And from times to times, her bones fracture on her behalf
For letting her out, anaesthetizes the pain
And she can be free from her own gravity
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Şiir"....In this flitting moment, I would stop sounding poetic and just spit the raw words I've been coating with the finest leather. But I believe you'd find me even sadder...." So I invite you into this path of thornes and petals. Please, enjoy but d...
