Pale Daughters Part Three
Pale daughters beam in the miers
their freckles shine galore
eating sorbet all day
They skip to school
trampling on the dandelions
They are the daughters of pan
musically adroit yet quite forlorn
Their mother tongue is telling half truths
to their peers
half awake they want to wrest your pulse
They cannot be considered inconsequential
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