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Suffering

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LECTURES 115
Votes 14
Parties 1
Durée <5 mins

A poem about life conditions in third-world countries. More specifically about the girl depicted in the picture on the cover, who is starving to death with a vulture watching over her. The man who took this picture killed himself shortly after, this picture still remains famous.Tous Droits Réservés

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Suffering
dim., nov. 27, 2011

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Suffering
dim., nov. 27, 2011

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