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Bomb in the Embassy


Bloody spots, a cross.
Rusty bars, blond hair flows.

Little trainer, fallen trees.
Blood, trainers, bars and hair.

Everywhere.

Some hearts are made of iron.

A cross, a star, an old woman praying.

A residential home, Sahara desert.
Deserted church. The priest is dead.

The school yard in silence.
Incensed silence.

A wrinkled hand lets go of something.
Is a rosary.

Naked foot. Crimson dust.

The end of story...

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