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ISTANBUL

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Echoes 

Look to water
—your home that was on solid ground
has left you

Skeletons without a ship
—have a lot of room to roam
Survivors lie on the shore
—and may never get up

Never mind
—every home is a foreign country
—an ill-fitting wind, a chest of echo

Look to skies
—one day
you’ll wear your home
like a seamless robe

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