Remembering a colleague murdered by terrorists

Buy Tramadol Without Prescription Online Atwar Bahjat, an Iraqi colleague assassinated by terrorists while on duty.

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https://citydebate.com/eventsandmeetings/2019-05-25 The thorns took advantage, http://www.citydebate.com climbing the shoulders of the bare peach, Buy Liquid Tramadol stealing the bride whose perfume never swirled in the wind. Buy Tramadol Without Prescription Online The apple went mad, Tramadol 50 Mg For Sale glued in his grief to the fingers of his land.

Stripping off his desire
He shouted, cried,
“I’ve perfected banging water drums
because my share of plight is exactly like yours,
although my teardrops
could quench hatred’s fire.”

Tramadol 50 Mg For Sale We all perfected the game
attacking the features of things.
We dallied with the nails of our jailer
who bought the East
sometimes with prayers,
at other times
with a convoy of female slaves.

https://spinwheelsresults.org/xfugxl0e5 The knight of the mountains
has been collecting our wounds
to sprinkle them on a heap of dew.

https://reservarvuelos.com/espanol/ He waited a long time
until the stones sprouted legs,
chasing the mud groom
who tested the virginity of the heavens,
bearing his imported season
on the shoulders of winter.

I screamed into his shirt,
“Rescue me please, from this cold body.
My circle has been defeated by armies of frost,
chased by eagles of dust.
Toss your body
against the ink lorry,
Drown your sorrow in a cup of coffee or . . .
die standing up like a wall:
defend the hymen of the thyme;
defend a wagon
ready to load the victims of terror.
Fight for
honey-flavoured Poems,
document your defeat . . . if you choose
on a sobbing poem.
For a lilac became a naked martyr
in becoming a trembling pavement for a camera crew.”

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