Tuesday, June 6, 2017

The Room 7 Comments

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Like a summer cloud, I bend my hand or let my
brow down slowly on a thread without speaking. I
thus drive onwards, ‘til east and west become itinerant
blending through the walls. I'm exhaling now,
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Farhad Showghi
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