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she has many names

maybe sultanahmet is the brain

where the memories of the old city live

maybe the bosphorus is the veins

maybe beyoğlu is the heart

beyoğlu broke and the city cried

the bridges started to collapse around me

by Gamze Şanlı

my map of ‘home’ looks more like a constellation of stars connected by whatever we call aether dark matter spirit connects all the bodies...

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