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Mar 2012
My thoughts are running wild
but they cannot go anywhere
because those fishermen have spread their nets
all over my mind
catching them
roasting them on fire
and curing them in salt
for their long winters
and it's too late when they discover
they are feasting on poisonous thoughts
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Reza Mahani
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Reza Mahani  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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