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I-sun Marami
Poems
Jun 4
The poor and the moon
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.
:-(
#moon
#love
#bread
#body
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I-sun Marami
25/F/Tehran
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