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Dec 2011
i don’t
have hope
for recovery
tho i'll understand
the miracle of
holding your head in my hands
and the subversive joy
of buying your ticket
coach class to Iran
to pick up some saffron
and maybe some new friends
amidst opposition
from those that love you
and want to keep you safe
Written by
Thomas Lawrence  Boulder, CO
(Boulder, CO)   
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