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Sep 2017
Now years later,
Walking down those rubble and dirt,
Which creak in agony,
I am reminded of that innocent face,
Which once washed cold ashore,
On a ****** dreadful day,
When the world stood still.
in memory of Alan Kurdi
suze suze
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