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Abol Froushan
Second Life
Second Life
Second Life
The one place town of my streetThe one bed sea of my door
The free market of my wardrobe
Youward like rushing toward the yew outside
- Undress the big question
I’ll bring the breeze -
Some name for ajar windows
Tea cup chinking calls the saucer
Imperfect website, AbollobA goes WWW
who knows when time kisses the place
of a hoping smile
as lips meet?
© 2008, Abol Froushan
From: A Language Against Language
Publisher: Exiled Writers Ink, London
From: A Language Against Language
Publisher: Exiled Writers Ink, London
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Second Life
The one place town of my streetThe one bed sea of my door
The free market of my wardrobe
Youward like rushing toward the yew outside
- Undress the big question
I’ll bring the breeze -
Some name for ajar windows
Tea cup chinking calls the saucer
Imperfect website, AbollobA goes WWW
who knows when time kisses the place
of a hoping smile
as lips meet?
From: A Language Against Language
Second Life
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