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Mar 2011
I need to call H.
and remind him
of our holding hands
on the way back from school
and the love
that burnt us slowly
I need to find his number
before those memories
die, forever
Monday, February 28, 2011
Reza Mahani
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Reza Mahani  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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