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" The heart torn by children's bodies and the smell of the powder, shines like a burning log, in the dark day,

The heart which was surrounded by soldiers trucks and the sound of heavy weapons, became a resident of the refugee camps, a passerby in a hurry in the empty streets (...) "

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Poem by Aram, translated from french from the anthology Love in the time of war and insurgency, by Maram Al Masri, p.47

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