Maşuk Kitap Vaiz

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I want you to swim my skin, oh foreign friend. My huge ashes that i thought were skin or something. Don't be afraid! I buried the needy for caring hands in the debris of a moss-covered mausoleum. I need more poison ivy paws than mercy. I would like to be proud of myself, to say that the most bitter scream on earth is mine. With a god-damned gurgler, i puke myself up. Don't think i could stand the pain! I can't stand to skim the dirty layers that wrap my soul! If there is a smell of awakening in your nails, them now in a single scissor cut. Come on! Face now my skin, oh missed friend! Blow my stinking huge ashes. Don't say that you are a friend who shares the same feelings as you, if you have the strength to do these things. Oh my! If you can't pull out my dirty dress and throw it away, if you can't take my soul in your palms and open the ly path of my layers like a fish scales, oh preacher, how many self, diseased societies and soul cancer taught beyond say, you can't even be my enemy. Oh my! This bitter friendly wormwood is the mouth of a creator who kicked his belly to drop his old god. It's a voice of a soul that's pregnant from uncalculated times. If you can't tell the constipated from the pregnant ones

if you're confusing those who rise by stepping on their own bodies with the mold carriers of the pyramid, don't call me friend. ‘i know, oh preacher, you're ashamed to be a torchbearer of religion, culture and morality' if you know, you're a friend. Tell me now, oh my silent scream of self, do you still say that i am friend?

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• The selling price on Trendyol already includes the export-related costs.
• Sold by
  BATMAN BİLGE KİTAP KIRTASİYE
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• Made in Türkiye
• A maximum of 5 units of this product can be ordered. Trendyol reserves the right to cancel orders over 5 units.
• Barcode No: 9786052125243
• Origin: TR