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the day begins, when the cloud blurs the sun, 
brushing off blonde rays from my braids, coloured an ocean,

faggots rise up to the settlers’ dinner on the criminal Zionist’s war table, still warm, walk into the coloniser’s hotel, and set free a revolt, riot, mutiny

Your footsteps gone, grass spry before I could ask, 

Hold my hand, just this once…