poem by: faramarz soleimani
calligraphy: m.khodaverdi
You were anxious not to loose
your sex partners
So you rushed from bed to bed
and fell trapped
when did not loose
your tight grip
and immersed in wet oblivion
While denying treason
like all traitors in history,
AND YOU CALLED IT EXPERIENCE.
YOU CALL IT EXPERIENCE?!
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