Spotted oils and veils
making patterns of cloaks
Dripping down the streets
Like well trained shadows
Shining lights in casts of fire
Nothing left behind but letters
To all their fathers
Yet not the mothers
Made our skin grow
Marrow whisper
Like just another marigold
We'll wilt & wonder
Knowing just our pain
Black hands and blank eyes
Stood straight
To hide our sighs
Against the night
We are pale fades
Drifting into dark waters
Disappearing before grace
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