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May 2019
In a dolls’ city
nothing can be felt
but threads

nothing make sense
but shouts and laughter

blood is a mere color
that tends to catch the eye

and make the dolls speak
out of real passion.
Al Qassem Moussa
Written by
Al Qassem Moussa  34/M/Egypt
(34/M/Egypt)   
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