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Hallucinations
There
They told him about marijuana, heroin, mushrooms, peyote
Here
In this dirty room, a man chain smokes
He concocts disastrous cobwebs on the ceiling and
He believes his bed is his daily grave
He knows these are all strange hallucinations
That exist in the mind,
Corruption exists because of
Original sin.
by Elnaz Rezaei Ghalechi
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Location: Iran