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In the dull light of the 60 watt
I can barely read your note
With your tiny letters flung like chains
Across a paper moat
My little lungs are battling
And they clutch at every breath
For the last thing that you scribbled there
Is go and be yourself
The fingers made of hanger wire
All curled and tangled up
Trace circles made by coffee cups
Left on the table top
And your shoes are still parked at the door
And your hair still in the bath
The glasses in our cupboards purr
To the hum of distant cars
You are everywhere I look
You are everywhere
You are everywhere I look
You are everywhere
You are everywhere I look
You are everywhere
You are everywhere I look
You are everywhere
HATA BİLDİR
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