freedom fighters.
im on fire.flames swirl like hoops around my limbs.the heat burns like shame.and i suck it up.we soldiers fight shame with crimson rage.veins
b u r s t!arteries like rivers gush purple.sweet sweet wine.i boil like the Vietcong.its 1956.freedom is expensive to spell.you can steal it but i might slash you for it.
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