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A Lost Tale of Resilience in Eastern Ghouta

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tears ran out

of Eastern Ghouta i had never heard
but my ears pricked up as he recorded
one thousand dead in 18 days.

i focused on a woman draped in black
torn looking,  besieged eyes
spoke words that blew in the wind.

“upside down world, you dare not go out,
you retreat into a corner of the house
find yourself inside your own head –

then you lose yourself.”

Poem: Who is this Coming In Blood stained clothes?

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