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(An unanswerableQuestion) Dedicated to those who have been suffering from fits in my Country Invisible, bound to dwell in a separate dim world of strange things, Why possess human beings transforming them into ghosts and prisons Where Strange games of fits, deliquium, howling images of black cats And owls daily govern exposing to hallucinations, nakedness and death? Dla, November 17, 2014 Jaafar Sadig el Waad

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Date: 6/16/2015 4:02:00 PM
I can not answer too
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Date: 3/27/2015 12:47:00 PM
This poem gets more closer of the consequences of politics.
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