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Feb 2018
I can taste your blood
~filling my mouth
I can feel your flesh
~somewhere between my teeth
I hold your fingers
~and under your nails
I smell the leaf of the ancient trees
You're lying here
where the evils win
With your chick bitten
which used to grin..
Nobody is coming
no one ever leaves
Just you..
and the corpse of all those shattered dreams.
Nazanin
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Nazanin  25/F/Iran
(25/F/Iran)   
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