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I do not live in Palestine. Dancing the dark turmoil, I’ve strayed in the sunshine, in dust realised like a refiner’s fire, face–hardened and with magnetised ease. On the trumpets of massacre, I will shake all nations, break their bonds asunder, untying the knots of the soul, scampering out of the bomb flash.
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