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Agony I lost my arm, a leg; the head Of once my brother fell to me. I caught it with a scream caressed with Bowels, anointed with our blood Arterial of crimson zest Ethereal in oxygenation. with I lost my arm, a leg; the head Of once my brother fell to me. I caught it with a scream caressed

Bowels, anointed with our blood Arterial of crimson zest Ethereal in oxygenation. My mother whined a haunting dirge Of “Why?”and “Will this

never end?”

I answered with my bluing lips And gurgles of antiphony.

My mother whined a haunting dirge Of ‘Why? ’ and ‘Will this never end? ’ I answered with my bluing lips And gurgles of antiphony. Dying in our agony, We make a sorry nation. Mark R Slaughter

Dying in our agony

We make a sorry nation.

VCD 203 - Project 3 Sarp Kanıt, 03.12.2012

Visual Poetry - Görsel Şiir  

Visual poetry design for the school project 2012. - 2012 senesinde okul projesi için yaptıgım tasarım.

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