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(CINQUAIN)
Sorry...
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The first stitch
of the poem. Painless words...
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Everyone
is going to work...
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To: Ahmad Shamloo
I wonder...
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The stress of the about to be bride,
Laying on the bed too tired to glide into the...
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Heavy metal sank
her optimistic dreams of...
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There is fleeting meaning
in existing as a tiny...
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Love blooms in hush,
like cranberry. It heals soul...
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Shall I hail the rising ray
Or overflow my cup with tears of joy...
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Climb from your dark cave
Where cramped corners force...
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So many things to say,
thousands of thoughts entangled within...
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Lead me with your cliche's,
And let a whisper skim your lips...