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Poem by Yago S. Cura

Tally By Yago S. Cura After you were corralled in Brega, before they transferred you to Tripoli, Berlin starts teething hard; I mean I can hear his teeth coming in: sounds like slack getting waxed. Meanwhile, several other journos have … Continue reading

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