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Jun 2023
The smell of your hair
Left on my hand
Colorful;
And after your soil,
I have no meaning
The long white tuberose stems...

بوی موهایت
مانده به روی دستم
...رنگی
و بعد از خاک ات
من معنا ندارم
...ساقه های سپید بلند مریم
The Sick Red Carnation
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The Sick Red Carnation  27/F/Iran
(27/F/Iran)   
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