I recall a pattern from somewhere; tuck it under the broken back of this shaken youth. I swab the skin quickly, positing that (if beauty were even possible) this beauty would torment.
(Officially, we are uncertain of the exact origins of this image — Iraq within the past couple years, by a photojournalist whose name we failed to note.)
rheim alkadhi | ريم القاضي 
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