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Memories writ in blood, I flow to moments struggling to survive. Here and there, all over my body, inside my skin and over my bones. These feelings flow, giving meaning to all that I understand. To move, to laugh, to understand and to be. I gloss over all that was, so I can see tomorrow come by.
Memories of generations run in our blood. Here in Iran we are burdened with so much that soils our hand and we learn to live with it. But I often wonder, where is the limit? Is there such threshold that dictates a bend or break moment. Endowed with time in the spiral of life we turn to find a way that falls through.
Sighs fall together to blow a wind that takes us apart so our worlds shall come together, for in struggle, we are one.
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