wave it like a white flag, surrendering with handshakes and smiles so *civil* project upon it red and blue patriotism stars like ordnance exploding stripes like prison bars (truth, held captive) parade it like a memory celebrating men who slaughtered brothers to enslave (sense, held captive) whisper, like wind whipping fabric: the emperor’s new flag …
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