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Inaudible sufferings
The child in mother's arm wept
She did no crime, but death occupied her thoughts, whenever she slept;
Need a spot safe and filled with care/
it's a mayhem outside, so i don't know where/
Amma holds me when things aren't alright
Grenades spammed the sky! they terrorize our night
I miss the chirps how cutw they sing!
Will i survive till the very next spring?
#redforpalestine

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