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  • Writer's pictureÖzlem Özkan


I belong to the one without a name.

I belong to that, that can't be seen.

I belong to this, that can't be touched.

No eyes, no ears, no taste, no touch, yet I know it is the most beautiful thing with the serene sound, the sweetest taste and the softest touch.

I can connect to ‘it’ whenever I want, as much as I want as the person I want to be.


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