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Ashouf ib kasriy-yiet cesedi souvar im al-legin...

I see the hanging portraits on my bady empire.
Humanists’ warm souls pounded.
On the floor weltered truths.
Indefiniteness which are growing in my souls’ shelter.
All of them fossilized in the shell which they jammed in.

Tell me.
With which devotion and what for do they revive??
Or what for they appear inside of me, lie down the future.
To be punished by a chance.
An unfamiliar power sensed.
Freedom that I couldn’t hold tightly
I felt and always lost.
Even it deprived of itself.

I have never satisfied.
An artificial spectator even I couldn’t meet face to face.
He wraps, prepares to swallow my past.
Lie down out of existences that are at the bottom of my future.
This is the blind spot that was revealed.

At the breath that was caught in a trap.
Unperceived actor’s steam.
A last haul of a convict who is a buttonhole swallowed a warm shelter.
The shadow game which was burried in the water.

This will be a hypnosis belong to a ceremony which I couldn’t overcome.
After transformation, there is a burying.
The decaying that melt the buttohole , is the initial of the end.
Everything is hidden in a temple’s discovery of the discoverer .
Erase your cage which has been fogged up by your faded breath.
Look carefully to outside from the temple.

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