A prose by Önder ÇOLAKOĞLU
Lilac Smells My Breath The voices were coming from the end of the corridor. I can’t quite hear. The rose essence emanating from the napkin that I wiped the saliva on the corner of my lip covers the air. The sun is sneaking into my room. An inexplicable smile on my face. The misconception that I started the morning well. […]
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