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Do your bones know how
you wear your skin like a flag?
Confess!
It is the colour of surrender. And "salvation".
How your un-civilised forefathers bleached history
pages. Just. To whitewash the war in your veins.
Tell me, do you bury the weight of their sins
in your garden, or your tongue?
And you. Bearing your black
like a funeral tale,...