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Salep

The sea has no mercy in the winter
Suddenly you see
they've become nutshells
these solemn ships
The coastline is once visible once invisible
You would reach out without knowing
more than to keep to hold on / much to hold on than to keep
Whatever comes to your good fortune
but multitude is emptiness

Who would inform the wind of their way,
progressing throughout/along the spine
Skin gets cold, bones shrink
When I forget my soul my body getting smaller
would speak. I would understand that I am frozen

But afterwards a voice
necessarily the tip burnt
a cinnamon smelled voice
A vague steam/fog away
Is anyone drinking salep

Those who don't drink too will be warmed by
Hot salep
Milky salep

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