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good night

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    My honey.
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    not me.
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    My silly.
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    my honeycomb.
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    my lethe ^^
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    iyi geceler gençler, sağlıklı kalın.
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    dream sweet dreams for me
    dream sweet dreams for you
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    good night highschoolers
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    gecemi kaldı yarram
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    Wallace Stevens (1947)

    On her side, reclining on her elbow.
    This mechanism, this apparition,
    Suppose we call it Projection A.

    She floats in air at the level of
    The eye, completely anonymous,
    Born, as she was, at twenty-one,

    Without lineage or language, only
    The curving of her hip, as motionless gesture,
    Eyes dripping blue, so much to learn.

    If just abover her head there hung,
    Suspended in air, the slightest crown
    Of Gothic prong and practick bright,

    The suspension, as in solid space,
    The suspending hand withdrawn, would be
    An invisible gesture. Let this be called

    Projection B. To get at the thing
    Without gestures is to get at it as
    Idea. She floats in the contention, the flux

    Between the thing as idea and
    The idea as thing. She is half who made her.
    This is the final Projection C.

    The arrangement contains the desire of
    The artist. But one confides in what has no
    Concealed creator. One walks easily

    The unpainted shore, accepts the world
    As anything but sculpture. Good-bye
    Mrs. Pappadopoulos, and thanks.
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    my bee.
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