Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh Biography

O, witnesses of the night

Exile me
...

Wine glasses

on the officers desk
...

Everyone would have abandoned you,
but an executed Angel in your heart,
who sent out the resurrection of her brain
to the slaughtering field of the Trumpeters,
...

Step by step,

Nested corridors
...

These figures fallen

In the swamp of the infertile females
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