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Dry power seeping up from the ground into my bones
Land of the desert lion
Mountain chain Alborz to Kabul
Couples on park benches cuddling defiance
Head scarf-o-meter morning weather report
Normally spastic with energy but soft after hours yoga
Iranians so soft two men fit gracefully in the front seat
Always like this: those that have want ‘peace’ and things to remain the same, those who do not have have nothing to lose and so want change.
I stand there a black gaping figure saying ‘fall into my eyes.’
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