With the woman, there was a girl child.
With her, a glance full of dignity and pride, despite the wounds.
With both, the still warm shadows of the massacre.
Despite the left leg prematurely erased by the worst editor in the world, that is, the dull war, yet, still it, always it.
On the other side of the lens, there was Maher.
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With her, a glance full of dignity and pride, despite the wounds.
With both, the still warm shadows of the massacre.
Despite the left leg prematurely erased by the worst editor in the world, that is, the dull war, yet, still it, always it.
On the other side of the lens, there was Maher.
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