“I Kissed Her, But She Wouldn’t Wake Up”
(For Reem, Tarek, and the Children of Gaza) I kissed her,but she wouldn’t wake up,her tiny hand still warm in mine,a doll, a dream,a tangerine untouched by time. Through broken stone and twisted steel,through the ashes of a shattered dream,I searched for voices,for laughter,for life,but silence was all that screamed. There, among the wreckage,a doll […]
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