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Cahit Zarifoğlu (1940-1987) This Era Had No Tail Or Head It Was Simply A Blur In The Mud
this loneliness this sleepless bone in my blood that nags me round every clock
there was this woman, I am told, whose face melted, slid down and chocked her breasts (Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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