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Mar 2012
Do the pleases lose their poignance?
Do the thank yous become less fervent
Like a back-of-the-rack Hallmark card?
Because I use them so often their meaning has
stretched and waned before us?

This is not who I was meant to be.

Best friends, when drowning
in the throes of panic and desperation
will cling and scrabble and climb
In a mortal wrestle until both succumb.

I want to give you the world.
             - Not fill your lungs with water.

I want to raise you on my shoulders.
             - And I can't even stand up.

I would pay any price for you.
             - I can't afford an apple.

I want to shout how much I love you.
             - All I do is beg.

I'm more grateful that you can ever know.
             -  Still I deserve salt poured on me.

You are saving my life.
             - One day I WILL save yours.
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   Reza Mahani
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