Putin doesn’t talk.
He bombs. During negotiations - he bombs. After negotiations - he bombs. That is his only language. Terror instead of words. Explosions instead of diplomacy. And yet the world still sits at tables. Still poses for photographs. Still pretends there is something to discuss. But we in Ukraine know the truth. We live the truth. Every night. Every morning. Every funeral.(Angelica reguarly posts her poems on X (formerly Twitter)
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