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Ali Yuce

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Odors [Kokulon]

Spring 2002 | Poetry

I am chilly, nephew. I can smell the fire from the neighbor's home and hope to get its heat. Don't say that flames have no odors, they do, nephew, but only the truly cold can understand. Don't wander the marketplaces or stand before the stores. D [...]

Odors [Kokulon]

Spring 2002 | Poetry

I am chilly, nephew. I can smell the fire from the neighbor's home and hope to get its heat. Don't say that flames have no odors, they do, nephew, but only the truly cold can understand. Don't wander the marketplaces or stand before the stores. D [...]