Massoud Abolfathi Poems

A car was coming and going
In the middle of a teen city

The teen step smelling his wandering soul
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There is a song
Pouring into my glass
Somewhere in the Amol
Near the epicenter of a memory
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How and what and where and who are the ones gaze into the ones of each other
Other than who and what they are, they are the byproduct of the lack product of the sub the jet, the sub of the human grammar

The subject of no object they are beyond any object, they are the byproducts of the whole subject created out of negativity of no the thing
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He said, write what you have not
said or what you have not heard

Or that the root of your language is lost in the clouds of lost words
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