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Oct 2015
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I am windily spreading
Out of my feelings and my death
The dream which comes by
Beyond the gates of my sight
Later again and ages
The blurred vision of whom gives a glance
In the intrinsically turbulent wine
Just for a second
And everything dies
I am thy me as wine is vines'
Arash Salar
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Arash Salar  Iran-Tehran
(Iran-Tehran)   
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