In A Foreign PlaceA Poem by bdIn a foreign place, I've had a terminal illness That's why I cry I can't put up with my heart anymore And I've roped my opened wound And fire together Since I couldn't declare that I was in love with her I am possessed by her It has flooded and destroyed my garden Neither I nor anyone knows What my illness is And I am confused with What good is and what bad is Your eyebrows are like a violin And eyewinkers are like an arrow I know everyone has an illness And I know you don't know How much I love you But my heart is engaged to you And it can never run away from it
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StatsAuthorbdIstanbul, Europe, TurkeyAboutThe past is a gaping hole, your only chance is to turn around and face it. But is like kissing the lips of your dead love, darkness waiting in the hole of her mouth. We are willing to suffer, to die f.. more..Writing
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