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YALANCI MUTLULUKYıpranmış öyküler bir bir sefillik olmuş
Yumulmuş aniden yanlızlığın kucağına oturmuş
O sessiz karanlıkta çığlıklarını başucuna koymuş
Toz duman sigara arasında kalbinin iyiliği donmuş
Bir eline ateşi bir eline anılarını almış
Neşe saçan o gülüşlerini kaldırımlara satmış
Elindeki yanık ateşle sefilliği yakmış
Soğuk bedeninide o ateş ısıtacak sanmış
Şimdi o bir duvar bin demir arasında
O rüya sanıyo ama herşey gerçek aslında
Sahte mutluluğu şimdi nasıl zindanlar arasında
Bu hikaye hem başıboş hemde karamsarlara
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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