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Feb 2022
I wake to wash off my civilian blood
I will tell my brother good bye
I will blow a kiss to my mom as I wave her bye
I will put on my boots
Hard, doughty soldier ready for war
Marching forward
Marching on
Turtle shelled, never deformed
Only to see the beauty of the Redrose*🌹
πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦ πŸ’™πŸ’›
Written by
Oyetoro ifeoluwa  20/M/Nigeria
(20/M/Nigeria)   
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