The sea feeds on your eyes.
And every time I think about you, I sink to a sea which wants the rain from your eyes selfishly.
My thoughts are restless like the waves of the sea which bang a memory of you into my brain walls every time.
I am tired this time and I want to shout and recite my last poem out loud:
"If with your hands
You do not save me
at least with them
pull the trigger"
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Poem, art & motion : "vosoughi"
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