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((13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

Psalm Three

On the day when my words
were earth...
I was a friend to stalks of wheat.
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  • Barbara Kraemer (6/2/2009 12:10:00 PM)

    when my words became honey... flies covered my lips.

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