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Starving from a search-hunger of way out,
By border, but no passage or a trace. I need
Embrace, while flying over sea and sands, and seas
Of sand reflecting shiny beams of water foam pikes.
Now it`s time to sit, consider and to bring as
Sacrifice my life to ruins. Meet me somewhere
In Istanbul, but don`t dream about it in advance
too much. The very fairy-tales core of inner child
Had been dismantled into trash. Oh, Alas.
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