Nassy Fesharaki Poems

To my right are stools
Cylinders of steel with the base
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But will I?

I drive all around
(Not of will but I must)
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Camp Davis Peace Accord

I flew; was fly
Kushk Nosrat and Sadat
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Jealous

If I were a painter
Realist no other
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Innocent

A Kashmir in hand
You play; a game
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Cam-Era

I wish I, did not write
Unlucky, fluffy like cloud is my heart
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Fetish

That small Red-Cloth
Thin in light
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Thankful

Cracks in his hands
Of the weather and salty land
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Two centuries of silence

Though nothing on my neck I can feel the garrote
I am choked and it hurts
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Sitter

Dorian Grey
I, paint, brush and easel
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