Pictures from Gaza by Kent Klich
The bed is filled with cement dust
We dream of a change
The chair is covered in cement dust
We sing and play of a change
The bathtub is filled with cement dust
Water will we never forget
The fridge is filled with cement dust
Beauty is the only thing that lasts
We are waiting for instructions from the coincidence
We don't know if they work
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