Naf Karasmanoglou

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Bedtime calling

Razor ripples meet faintly,
from a bridge’s height bellow
    the           
piers sighted        gasping by lone wish
for one I rose up warm beside the stars
        so
starkly mute
I now know

Flee, fucking -- (/or
)hypocrite?

quite alright we’re hiding                    
in each other’s arms                                          
                                                                
Tonight
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