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Comments about Amro Isameldin
Swords and shields marched
Like a spear towards a heart.
Spears loomed out as their tarnish torn raped rags appeared.
Feelings swam along with blood. Rain drops
rambled between the dirty deceptive droughts.
Inarticulate he seemed as his eyes
Went into continuous circles and
After a blink it grew great.
Minds went into dungeons of fiction and lies.
Drafts dipped in blood flash through his mind
Words were lost between light ashes.
Who swims in veins now swims with streams.
Today he stands alone to fight a monster he made by his own. ...