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and as my god-like hands draw closer to my soul, every life that I stole— come whispering into my withering ears;
you no soldier, you are not brave, you are no soldier, you are not brave you are no soldier you are not brave a monster in—
pampered breaths, roving eyes, broken lungs, last breath, wind delivers her salve message; opaque reels on the ashen sky: my daughter's drooping eyes over a shrouded tricolour lie— 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
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'my daughter's drooping eyes over the shrouded tricolour lie'
lie is not a noun here, it's a verb. Wanted to make that clear, lest it is interpreted incorrect. It is in the sense that she was looking at the shrouded
