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Aug 10
Purple was the grass

And purple were the veins
that reached from my tips
to the darkest of my nightmares,

more vivid than the scars
that clawed at my skin.
Sarra
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Sarra  22/F/Bizerta, Tunisia
(22/F/Bizerta, Tunisia)   
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       Pavin Daniel, Emirhan Nakaş and Sarra
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