one day you will look at their perfectly crooked hands and remember me. hanging like water from the hair on their chin after splashing to the face. our people and the buckets they flip in the park.. the smiles from pretty girls..
this girls coming with me. i decide this minutes before jumping into the one way path to Ereğli, Turkey.
i met her in a music shop. she is a Hohner alto melodica and i believe her to be en-souled. she bears the mystery of that ghost i played along side many years ago, back to back.. never making eye contact. just as soon as the ghost came, she vanished into nothingness. no alarms went off. a moment is not spared.
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