Poems by Nafia Akdeniz

Waiter! the last time she kissed was a wine bottle. the tongue is a leak-proof gadgetwith a gradual eavesdropping:“I’m dying of dissatisfaction!” she counted the organs reproducing at her doorstepwith a hope for a feeling of a falling star,sheep fell instead, the exploding light bulbsthe last message was about the power supply:“Dear customer, the bill payment due is…” the last […]

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