Iranian Corrosion
Iranian Corrosion
A sense of old age, a sense of corrosion.
All of this nasty metal, when you touch it,
it makes a weird noise.
You can feel it all over the city.
Every metal object is corroded.
And in this city of metal
even the people are corroded.
You can feel the humidity
getting into your body.
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