Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Like and love

What I ate, and I liked
Is out with smell, sound.
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Morral

Happy clown with
The cloak and that hat,
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Laurie

No kisses on the hand
Neither butt
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I, the scarecrow
I, the straw-man
I, the lonely in the sun
I, the torn in the wind
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Sugar-man; you and I must sit talk.
You tell me of the best and which one
Present and the fame on stage
Or the past and absence, in brains
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Indigenous Sex Worker

Hey Cindy I write words, whatever
Capital
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Indigenous Sex Worker

Hey Cindy I write words, whatever
Capital
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Mulberry

Not many know of this
To me come memories
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Blood Moon

Go get lost, the dumb eyes
You just see; realize.
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Model

Almond eyed with face of central Asian
She maybe a Mongol; Tibetan.
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