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Jun 4
I earned my bread
from the stubborn flesh of my body—
but it didn’t feed me,
didn’t fill me.

The moon had ripened full;
I cut from its cheese
and laid it in my bread.

From the next day,
I saw it sulk—
growing smaller,
then vanishing.
:⁠-⁠(
I-sun Marami
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I-sun Marami  25/F/Tehran
(25/F/Tehran)   
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