Pale Daughters Part Deux
Pale daughters
don't stoke the familial fireside
they wait patiently for the darkness
toting their time
They are not the ones
to hang around freckles smiles
instead they tell quaint jokes
Children call them defilment
their painted smiles tell a different story
lying in bed with their spectacles on.
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