Locandine
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stop organ harvesting
Petrified in silence, I think about the atrocity of organ harvesting. I shiver deeply, and close my eyes. In front of me, a white blanket. Suddenly, some shapes appearing, plain as my distinct terror. A red star - nation, population, mankind - and three black sickles, sharp as scalpels, ready for a bloody harvest. Then, stories and symbols overlap, in silence. The white blanket becomes my tongue, as I speechlessly think about a genocide that we must stop - now, together, once and for all.
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