Pale Daughters Part 7
Hit your head against the proverbial wall
Your everyday Nafferti in stucco
carries the wind
but being only seventeen
whose opinions ran counter to the realm
Pale daughters yawn diligently
They've lost the art of commitment
Are they truly free ?
Talking in whispers
the World does not care
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