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Tolgahan Kaftan (2016)

The cut
That is even no cut anymore
And the notch
The notch in the lip
That is not capable of smiling
In your smile
And the scuffed cloth
On fresh cushion
From your figure
To the next
Like stationary freighted
Through this night


Translation by Baris Can

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