Pale Daughters
Pale daughters
don't follow their familial duties
or wash behind their ears
laved in white light,
they sport a smile, when necessary,
compelled by an accidental mischief
pencilled in exclusion,
rendered in the shade
we wouldn't go dancing on the almost air.
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