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Quotes by Arzum Uzun

Once upon a timeI fell in loveLost myselfAnd find another one.

In this storyI am the poetYoure the poetry.

Dont feed your ego with my soul.

I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of a average dick.

I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of an average dick.

Okay, i said. If i can not find anybody to have sex, i call you.He smiled. When youll find out you have not anybody to love, youll call.

This love is hard core. Lets make it soft porn.

Sex is a thing, love is everything.

I dont have problems. I am a writer. I am the problem.

I maybe such a pain in the ass,But in a good way.I give you pleasure at the same time!

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou’ve got nothing,I’ve got nothing,And it’s not a good thing.

at first sight everyone seems like human.

The best revenge is the time. Time takes its revenge all the time.

Love is bold. Love is blind.

I dont want to break my memories with you.

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence...Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and broken parts all around you and your heart.I love you in my very own wayBy throwing the stone, the mosses, the sea and the pebbles to your headLike i want to kill you.Just because of envying the love That my heart spend on you.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

And then you leave the memories behind.When you look at the pictures It seems like it was always fun. But you know thatin that photos everyone was actually broken deep down inside. Wounded. Bleeding. Crying and yelling at the same time.They were some kinda wounded birds... Eagles, wrens... When you remind that, you became some kinda phoenix. And life goes on like this.like an uncomplete poem.

Tell me a story. Be my storyteller.

I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.