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We Were Going/Gidiyorduk We were heading towards the fault Flocks of birds, lizards and water lilies We were heading towards the fault A tornado of pain between us Not purposely insomniac with the waxing moon To live perfectly flat, like combing our hair There, between trees of the olive grove We lingered, silent and exhausted Almandine, desert bees, a tilting sky Twisted grass, a river left to its own devices We were heading‌ for time’s great injury

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CPQ Summer 2012  

CPQ Summer 2012

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