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More poems by weareallmannequins
Ugly child.
Lucky child of death,
Hollow eyes on wet porch steps.
Poor child of sun,
Those who burn in your liquid stare.
Cynical child of love,
You've spoke without result again.
Graceful child of night,
What is sight without a voice?
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weareallmannequins
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