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Longing through lonesome days,
supplicating the sun to set.
I anxiously await your arrival,
should consciousness concede to what I covet.

Only in fanciful fantasies,
in the delight of darkness,
and in our notoriously nocturnal nature,
have I ever happened upon happiness.

Give me the gift of your grace,
the spell of your sweet surrender,
and the temporarity of tonight
will flourish into forever.

In the day I may wistfully wander
halfheartedly and uncommitted,
but in dreams I know not the words
lonely or unrequited.
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My mom sleeping in the mornings
Asleep in the mornings
Sitting in the car some days
Seeing the city in blue
I don't like the car seats
Smelling smoke and sweat
I Always vomiting in them as a child
Jasmine and mom
A mother and a daughter
Nastaran, a sister
I don't like scarves wearing by force
I love to live in a city having a sea...


مادرم صبح می خوابد
مادرم صبح ها خواب است
من بعضی از روزها در ماشین ها می نشینم
شهر را آبی می بینم
صندلی ماشین ها را دوست ندارم
بوی دود و عرق راننده را می دهند
وقتی بچه بودم
همیشه در آن ها استفراغ می کردم
یاسمن
و
مامان
یک مادر و دختر بودند
نسترن یک خواهر بود
من روسری های به زور نشسته را دوست ندارم
من دوست دارم
در شهری زندگی کنم
...که دریا داشته باشد
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