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our lightless awful days are passing splinters of memories prick our brains daily our Creator beats us using both hands we are his dry weeds husked to the core for us fire is no fire for us it is…

Contributor:

Stefánia Mándy

Places:

Auschwitz-Birkenau, General Government (Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland)

Date:

1944

Subjects:

Holocaust, Theology, Family, Ecology, Death

Categories:

Poetry, Literature