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Intro. Your hand, rough from endless tasks, finds mine in the dark, a whisper of comfort in the desolate silence. My gaze, weary but full of devotion, scans the gloom, making sure you're alright. The air is thick with dust and the acrid smell of burnt dreams, but your presence is the only clean air I breathe. "Sleep, my love. Rest. I’ll keep watch. We will see the dawn." My fingers intertwine with yours, a silent promise against the world's cruelty.

Layla Palestine war

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