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Tanyol / Christie


my body’s a prison when words escape it becomes free my soul must be their hell the peace they couldn’t find in me they seek in other souls

a box of steel hard as a heart yet possible to open with the old words of some anonymous person stamped inside

some words some songs awake the human in us they lurk for hours on the tip of our tongue like the drop in the corner of our eye that refuses to flow


bedenim bir hapisane söözler diș șarýý ççikar ççikmaz öözgüürleș șiyor ruhum bir cehennem olmali onlara bende bulamadiklari huzuru ariyorlar baș șka ruhlarda


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