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Nov 2015
The scent of your elegant body deadens my mind and leaves it imprecise
I want nor wine nor ****; your resuscitative breath alone shall suffice
I cannot say what loves have come and gone, but in your arms I come alive
There is a sacred sign in your silent sight, which bring forth the scent of paradise
Originally published on Pulsar #77, Pulsar Webzine #25, (December 2015)
Arash Titan
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Arash Titan  United Kingdom
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   Sanaz Madani
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