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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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