The Last Street of Tehran

Me huddled here  And my red cells flee The game ended in nill Never-existed memories on the road on sale!  It was a man Heavy On my eyelids....

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Suppose that I'm inevitable Even the veins of my right hand Cross you from the drafts. On my smooth nails The breeze  Which is n...