Ocak 01, 2017

mirror

a film between this window and outside
my vomit of inner world is reflected
can air come strong through the bottom of my eyes as above?

I bite an orange with it's skin
bitter juice of experience
taste, reflection and duty
overwhelmed procedure of doing it
I wash my face

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I read myself
bleed is an ointment to heal of fatal disaster
I prevent through the mirror
the I and the self

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