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A collection of poems and short stories about love, heartbreak, griefj anxiety, anger and daydreaming without any limits.
“I thought that my veins were filled with poison and I cried tears of black ink. But one day, you touched my hand, then my heart, held it between your golden fin-gers with such çare. Because you knew it was delicate.”
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Gelince Haber VerA collection of poems and short stories about love, heartbreak, griefj anxiety, anger and daydreaming without any limits.
“I thought that my veins were filled with poison and I cried tears of black ink. But one day, you touched my hand, then my heart, held it between your golden fin-gers with such çare. Because you knew it was delicate.”
