احسان خوابای چِتِ پر از دیتِیلشو مینویسه، بابک برا شبح اتاقش نامه مینویسه، ای بابا.
Oh my vanishing children,
my socks!
My semen bearers, my self forming statues.
Graveyards of my unborn children!
You were my only fellowship through hardest nights. What has become of you?
3 comments:
Hmmm!...
I wonder how much a nice pair of socks made out of silk would cost!...
Cheers!
DJN
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Well, I certainly didn't put them back! ;\
/OP
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