by Diaa Wadi
Should I tell you a secret?
I’m afraid of the anguish I hold within me. Do people fear their own anguish?
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Here we are: gathering our dusty, disheveled hair to weave a gray painting that surpasses the work of the greatest artists. It’s not yellow or blue, but entirely gray—blood gleaming in the center
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