Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Child-killer

Accused is a child.
Murder is his crime.
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Sort of blue

Natasha
You may know or may not.
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Finding friend

Your long hair was magnet,
Dragged me all the way.
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Writing

“Sit and face blank wall”
He told us “and now write.”
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This is last

In kitchen, in the sink
I had left washing things.
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Libya to Italy

Read of ship in the sea
Turns-over, capsizing.
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No breeze

Everything is still
City’s dead in morning
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Process

What are life-after life?
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Experiment

Once…
Out of curiosity or…
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One way ticket

I guess I won’t cry
I shall not
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