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Apr 2021
O, “compassionate” ones.
they still cling to life,
even though it’s wretched.
Their daydreams are lost, but,
from desperation spring new hopes.
I am talking about your people,
who are still waiting for a hope,
from you, from every one of you,
so they can keep clinging to life.

Mohammed Arafat
Mohammed Arafat
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Mohammed Arafat  28/M/Virgina
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