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Nov 2015
and in the end
there was nothing,
just a faded picture,
a blurry line
or perhaps a wandering snowflake,
something I cannot longer recall,
I just listen at the echoes
of guns and boots in the outside
I curl like Christ in fear,
while the skies yell at the earth,
nothing but a dream,
nothing still.
Katzenberg
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Katzenberg  Mexico
(Mexico)   
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     Lior Gavra and Sumina Thapaliya
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