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Aug 2015
by Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh

O, witnesses of the night
Exile me
To the most distant point of the universe
In the complex area of the vacuum
Moment by moment
I think about my enjoyment
That night
The voice of the calligrapher's pen was heard
And I feigned sleep
I became tired
Is my place to act
I have acknowledged my faith
I shall go to the cemetery
To dig a grave for myself
The weather is cold
It's snowing
And umbrellas
Have put my burial ceremony off.
EXILE ME will be released August 29th from Maudlin House Press (
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