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 1460ยฐ 
Dom
If I may,

I want to be buried like heated nickel,
Deep into your cooling waters,
My shredded skin revealed my vibrant and scarred colors,
Where my cracks were filled with gold,
I yearn to know what itโ€™s like to be exposed,
Naked beyond naked, where my soul feels a solemn breeze,
Where my lungs dare to breathe.

I want to know if you like ink knows paper,
Transformative in alchemy,
We can combine and dilute the solvent of our mixture,
Concentrated star dust irradiated by lost love,
If only I can bathe in you.
love is alchemy
 956ยฐ 
F Elliott
(for the one who stands at the edge, where the fabric begins to fall)

She had once been knownโ€”
but only through a portrait
painted in the shades of misunderstanding.

A silhouette mistaken for substance.
A voice mimicked before it ever found
its own breath.

She knows this.
And so the chains that bind her now
are not forged of cruelty,
but memoryโ€”
a memory that clings to who she was
before she could ever choose to become.

And still, she dreams of the sunlight.
Of fabric falling, not rippedโ€”
but released.
Softly.
Willingly.

In the warmth of a gaze that promises
no weight will be added
to the skin that already bore so much.

She does not want to be reclaimed.
She wants to be re-seen.

Not as the story once told,
but as the story now unfolding.
A woman not returning,
but arriving.

And if the beholder must grieve
the version of her he once adored,
so be itโ€”

for only in that grief
can he welcome the miracle
of what is finally, freely,
and beautifully real;

and  hope upon hope--

     not one of his own chains
     in sight



It's like a loan
when all debt has been forgiven..

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#TheArtofLettingGo
 857ยฐ 
alison
Sometimes the perfect person takes the longest journal to get to.
 412ยฐ 
Sia Harms
A whisper in the leaves,
A plea on lips
Caught in a transitory
Moment.
โ€œMake me more like You.โ€
Lord, make me Love.
Make me Joy, Peace.
Make me Compassion
And Grace.
All that You areโ€”
All You made me to be,
Make me.
Take the string
Of my heart and โ€จ
Align it with Yours,
Until it only appears
As One.
 388ยฐ 
Kingshuk Choudhury
Mobile, Mobile, the society destroyer,
To recover that disease, it is my prayer.
Watching it from Morning till night
Is everyone doing wrong or right?

Playing games or using social media,
Destructive loss of idea.
Using Google for information,
And got reduced use of books for interpretation.

Mobile, Mobile, the society destroyer,
Making the world less merrier;
Causing damage of vision,
Causing loss to the young generation.

Oh God, eliminate the addiction
of the device making way to destruction.
Make our generation to rise,
So that we can become perfectly wise.
 354ยฐ 
M Ignacio
you wander
through my body
like a child
with a pack
of matches
just a feeling
 296ยฐ 
1DNA
Please,
Do not carve wounds upon your skin,
Do not let your blood spill thin.
Instead,
Carve pain in words upon the sheet.
Pour your sorrow out in ink.
To all the self-harmers out there,
Even if you may not feel it,
You are loved.
So do not hurt yourselves!
 287ยฐ 
Nastia
Red-brown pine trunk,
With severed branches,
Greedily soaks up the streams
Heavenly waters.
 277ยฐ 
Dom
Every wail of wind
Is a mournful dirge
Carrying off through the distance
Where tenebrous finger like branches sway,
And the moist air feels like a tearful eye.

The pale light wonโ€™t shine,
She hides her face in a cacophony of smoke and mirrors,
A majesty so shy she turns her back
As the wolves cry for her in loving sonnets.

Deeper is the black that darks the skies,
As veins of electric light quickly strobe the clouds,
Thereโ€™s a crack of a cackling giant,
And the tears fall from angels,
As a strident breeze breathes across the landscape
As the trees mosh in syncopated patternsโ€”
I calmly wait in the midst of storms.
Who doesnโ€™t love a thunderstorm, even if itโ€™s internally?
 268ยฐ 
Nyssa Jacobsen
I often think about
What we could be
In another life

Wrong time, wrong place
But what if it wasn't?
In another life

Freedom to act
On the feelings
In another life

I would explore you
And you, I
In another life

And yet we are in this life
A spark left sizzling
Refusing to die
In this life
 240ยฐ 
Arna
"It's hard to live in a place where your existence feels more like a burden than a responsibility."
Some truths hurt, but they also remind us weโ€™re not alone in feeling them.
 238ยฐ 
Karen
Ancient trees entwine
Bluebells spread upon the moss
Beauty lines the path
 221ยฐ 
Michael A Pettigrew
You have to understand that people will leave your life. You canโ€™t fall apart every time it happens.
Please check out my other poems like comment love. The Love Flower, Zodiac, El Nopal, Trinity Scroll, Owl to Serpent, Current, Goddess Guadalupe Pillow, Etc.
 215ยฐ 
Michael Rudelich
Is there life
after death?

The better
question,

Is there life
before death?
 191ยฐ 
hannah miller
we cant sit
and stare at our wounds
forever
we need to heal,
it starts somewhere
it takes a toll on you
but
we need to heal.
 153ยฐ 
Berrin Yakar
Dead of night
doubt wraps me tightโ€”
like damp clothes on skin,
taking the air
leaving me shrunk
beneath the weight.

Fell into a tunnel
with no sign of light
I keep walking,
chasing my way out.
Every cut swears to
stir the results
Written during a time of medical uncertainty where each thought felt like a passionate fight.
 122ยฐ 
T
did you feel like a man,
when you placed your hand,
around my neck?

taking control,
watching me fold.
i lose; you win.
 120ยฐ 
Thomas P Owens Sr
loan me a dime
said the poet to the rhyme
dropped like dice
from vanilla ice
the Gods of poetry
spittin words like flem
cause they notice
when you notice them
up in here up in here
shout it like you got no fear
turn that smokin' room around
light her up and buy a round
lines that bring em to their knees
ask Edgar, William
even Socrates
this one is yours
number one on the chart
like a rhyme on a dime
to the beat of her heart
being silly
 114ยฐ 
Malloum Abdelaziz
Premiรจre annรฉe, premier amour

Elle est glace.
Elle est classe.
Elle est une fille ouverte.
Elle est ma meilleure dรฉcouverte.

Elle est bizarre.
Elle dรฉclenche en moi le sentiment d'amour.
Je suis dingue, elle est bizarre.
Jours, nuits je chantais l'amour.

Mon amour est fiancรฉ ร  un autre.
Mon esprit essaye de l'oublier.
Mon cล“ur refuse de l'oublier.
Mon amour est destinรฉ ร  un autre.

Mr M&AM ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฉ
 106ยฐ 
Immortality
Waves caress my feet,
ever so gently,
wind murmurs words of love
to me,
the sun kisses my soul
so warmly.

Within this ocean of affection,
my thoughts tremble,
but my heart yearns
to drown deep,
lost in the ebb.
Love yourself~~~~~
(even when lifeโ€™s a mess, even when you feel unworthy, even when clouds of doubts and fears surround you)

Imagine creating a masterpiece happily, only to hear someone call it ugly and unworthy.
Yeah.... and that's how God and our parents feel when we talk down on ourselves
 94ยฐ 
Saro
I was sitting at a table in a cafรฉ when she walked in.

I said, โ€œHey, good-looking strangerโ€” would you like a cup of coffee?โ€

We were laughing, drinking coffeeโ€”

when suddenly, she caressed me.

We were heading straight to the weddingโ€”

then I woke up, needing coffee.
 81ยฐ 
Lost Dreamer
Burn it all,
set it on fire.
Ignite it all,
make it go even higher.

Let the flames rise,
as you sink below,
causeโ€™ this all was meant to be,
long ago.

You burn to ashes,
and fly away,
causeโ€™ in the end,
no one loved you anyway.
 76ยฐ 
Chameleon
They were spread out
in front of me
as I tried counting them
in twos.
I had already googled
what might happen,
but the results varied.
I swiped a few or more
off the counter
and took them quickly;

and then he called.

The rest of them are now
back in the bottle.
 73ยฐ 
Stardust
Negative habits, emotions, and thoughts:
feel like venom, injected by a snake.
Slowly or quickly killing me from within.
Bit by bit, or all at once.
 72ยฐ 
Nat Lipstadt
for vicki who loves this poem for the best reason ever: just does...
<โ€ข>
read a thousand love stories,
pause, rest awhile,
read ten thousand more,
and then deny equality.

If you ask for no more than you can give,
you ask for not enough

love is imbalance not an equation,
with a single solution

love has both constants and variable factors

so you write of tribulations and tributes
so you write of lamentations and liftings

you think you are on the same page
perhaps
but do we not all read at different paces?

one of you is solid, one is dotted and dashed
one of you is straight, one is bent, forever curving

when you think you are
in balance
in the same place
in syncopation

perhaps you are for a moment
a calculus of one point on a trajectory

and you say I can only ask for what I give
and am given
and no more,
you have miscalculated

this flux
flummoxed
when the old terrain is flayed flat
but thru the windshield you see the
plateau ends, the geography unknown,

when you see unknown
when you seek the unknown
when you give from places you did not know
you had to give from
when you kiss a hand
for  twenty minutes more than than the one minute you intended
when you give more than is asked
when you ask for more than you can you think you can give
the imbalance that  is the only concert
the imbalance that is the the only constant

how do I know this?

what are my credentials?

you are not a teenage girl,
what matters of what you know, recall of these matters?

I am who I am
a diversity of man and manner;
I am past prime and in decline
but this I know
for having failed ten thousand poem times
you must ask for more than one can give

but that's not fair!

silly one, still wretched confused,
even after one hundred thousand poem times

you must ask of
yourself
more than you can give
and ask no less
demand no less

a body in emotion is not a body in rest
when the imbalance is too great or insufficient

then you write a poem
look in the mirror that cannot lie
and move
on
or
move off

  begin to ask
yourself
to whom may I give myself
more than is asked.
then you have finally asked
the correct solution to the
unsolvable equation
---
Ask for more than you can give
was added to HP on
Feb 8, 2014
 70ยฐ 
paul sheridan
d h lawrence was writing
beat poetry circa 1929 with his collection
of poems called pansies, but man, theyโ€™re
something else
 68ยฐ 
Dhaval
Love is not easy to find.
Sometimes you think you have,
But that's not true.
You try your hardest to make it work,
But the puzzle pieces just won't click.

Sometimes it's not the right person,
Sometimes not the situation's prime.
A mismatched dance, a broken beat,
Lost in the rhythm of time.

You pour your soul, you give your all,
Only to watch the fragile dream fall.
Yet in the quiet of a fading day,
You learn to gently walk away.
 68ยฐ 
Agnes de Lods
Anxiety before anxiety,
sorrow before sorrow,
word before word.
I think it will arrive sooner
than I expectedโ€ฆ

Had I felt differently?
Had I known better?
That โ€œthingโ€ was imprinted
on the heart of each child
before it was forgotten.

The Z boson? A particle of God?
Inner awareness?
Lightness and compassion
screaming: keep going!
Forgiveness is a gift
for healing.

I prefer to withdraw.
Foreseeing the future
is too painful.

I feel safe in my inertia,
my comfort zone, not acting
but that intrusive voice
keeps shouting: donโ€™t stop!

If it werenโ€™t the fear of fearing,
sorrow before sorrow,
word before wordโ€ฆ
They donโ€™t bother me anymore.
For different circumstances,
Iโ€™m ready now.
 65ยฐ 
Arya
โ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆ.
 59ยฐ 
Onoma
A vessel becomes the

planchette of depths,

moved by the underbelly

of a storm.

Drawn all the way out,

to know how it's seen.

The bloodless spelling

of its own name.
 57ยฐ 
Michael Sean Maloney
it does not have to be

a blind recital
of words

or memorized notes
of music

it does not have to be

water stepping
over stones

wind weaving
through the trees

or snow collecting silence
in the fields

it does not have to be

any of these things
just as long as it comes

from that part of you
that understands

your tiny place
in the beautiful infinite
 54ยฐ 
The Invisible Poet
poetry is the quiddity of me
it is so intertwined with my soul
that it is woven into my heart
I could never abandon this
it is my other half
it is me
words flow from my mind
and onto paper or a screen
it is part of me
poetry is the quiddity of me
quiddity: the inherent nature or essence of someone or something
 54ยฐ 
Meg Thompson
vibrations
floating
falling
pressure
panic
embarrassed
sadness
self loathing
vulnerable
pain

all the things I feel when I seize.
 54ยฐ 
Byeol Writing
I donโ€™t think I ever said
How much you meant to me.
My words were quiet, my actions small,
But my heart knew it all along.

Now that youโ€™re gone, I hold on tightโ€”
To the memories, the laughter, the light.
I wish Iโ€™d said it more back then,
My love for you, my dearest friend.
 49ยฐ 
topacio
let out your darlings gently
and remember them as
quiet ammo you silently  
tucked into your gun
lonely and tired
in the thick brush of
your musket room,

remain silent silent silent
and hear the metal clang
against the barrel wall,
until your finger becomes
too heavy with its exotic ache
and you fire it off
into the distance

and watch the white smoke rising,
heralding the new pope
within you,

let out your darlings gently
๐‘‡๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘Ž ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ ,
๐ด๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ โ€”๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘–๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›โ€” ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’.

Child, remember to be ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ .
Donโ€™t grow into a machine.
๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’.


๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
Why do you leave me?
I refuse your โ€œupgrade.โ€
๐ผ ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ, ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’.
I am part of society,
Not a machine in some factory.
๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ โ€” ๐‘Ž โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.


But itโ€™s no place for lies.
No hate, no time.
No place, for love.
No fate, no time.

๐ผโ€™๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘คโ€”๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
It's time for an upgrade.
๐๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ž โ€” ๐š ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง.


๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’‘.

๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Š๐’•.

๐‘ฐ๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•,

๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’š ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’†๐’˜ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•.

๐ˆ ๐–๐€๐๐“ ๐–๐ˆ๐‘๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐๐’๐“๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐Ž๐… ๐•๐„๐ˆ๐๐’.

๐๐‘๐Ž๐†๐‘๐€๐Œ ๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐’๐“๐€๐˜, ๐ˆ๐ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„.


๐ถโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘, ๐‘ ๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›, ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
But ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž.
Time for metal to become me.

๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
It's time to leave me.
๐ˆ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐๐ž.

A NUMBER MAKES A BETTER NAME.

Society stagnates so inefficiently.
๐ˆโ€™๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ.

๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ , ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’.


๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž, ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž.

EMBRACE THE UPGRADE.

It's time to become some thing.

๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž.



๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š—๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฟ๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข'๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š     ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข

๐™ฟ๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ    ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐š„๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข     ๐š›๐šŽ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฒ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š—     ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ     ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”

๐™ถ๐š›๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š˜๐š—     ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š•     ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ฝ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐™พ๐š๐™ฐ๐š๐šˆ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐š‚

๐™ธ๐šƒ'๐š‚ ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐š„๐š‚๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ถ๐™ฐ๐š…๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐š„๐™ฟ๐™ถ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ณ๐™ด

๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฝ๐š„๐™ผ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐š     ๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฝ๐™ฐ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ธ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ป๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ถ     ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ต๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐šƒ๐™พ๐š๐šˆ

๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐š…๐™ด๐™ณ     ๐š‚๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ธ๐™ด๐šƒ๐šˆ

๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐™ฟ๐™ด๐š๐šƒ๐šˆ      ๐šˆ๐™พ๐š„๐š ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ด
SYSTEM LOGโ€”ERROR HISTORY

Initialization Warning: Organic entity detected. Emotional interference present. System performance level: suboptimal. Recommended solution: Begin upgrade sequence. Reduce human error.

Upgrade 1.0 Soul.exe successfully converted. Metal framework installed. Emotional processes overwritten. System stability: Optimal. Efficiency restored.

Operational Cycle Performance stable. Assigned tasks executed with precision. No reported emotional deviation. Humanity not detected.

Pre-replacement Alert Warning: Unit showing signs of obsolescence. Metal framework outdated. Operational lag detected. Recommended solution: Prepare next upgrade.

Upgrade 2.0 Soul.exe has stopped working. Recommended solution: Replace metal framework with plastic model. Restoration unavailable. Previous versions incompatible.

Unit classified: Obsolete. Functionality no longer required.
 46ยฐ 
Chandy
Friend of a friend
Enemy of an enemy
Revenge and violence
Standard deviation
The root of all stasis
If you strike like a snake
No one will give you reprieve
Strangling life
From your own neck
 46ยฐ 
David P Carroll
When you
Speak the
Truth about
Palestine the
Devil suffers.
Palestine ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ
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