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Nov 2015
Hello, brother
God is nobody’s toy
saying hello, the hardest part
while rifles are getting cold
and army of tears are passing through
I know you see this too
there is only one blood
one pain
one thirst for revenge even
same wind
different chill
different bow
different the choreography of laughter
and a patient god dormant
in the gentleness
of hearts
dedicated to the young Muslim man who had enough trust to invite Parisians in mourning to embrace him, and to all who have cried.
irinia
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irinia  where East meets West
(where East meets West)   
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