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Yeterli Gelibolu

Yeterli Gelibolu Yeterli (Enough Gallipoli Enough) Passchendaele and the Somme all those battles ~ To end all wars and all we got is poppies ~ More ‘papaver’ red petals in Gelibolu as far as eyes can see and minds can take sprinkled over constant denial like rancid blood sweet talked in icicles of raging demise ~ Hypnogogic Hallucinations ~ ~ Dreams are for real ~ Not in my name but surely it can’t be the fault of those flowers that they seed so happily where the sorrow remains fertile on sculls engraved under ~ Crosses and Half Moons like ~ ~ Weeping Widows clothed in a scarlet sea ~ Nature works well when left alone from sick human minds beauty does not require money power bullets or greed but poppies seem to grow best when rooted on bone meal ~ Humanity crushed into osseous matter ~ ~ Calcified depravity forever and when...~ 04th May 2018

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