like those she supports
so gracious, to those white like her
he’s faceless
can’t stand up alone
remains nameless,
no feeling no feeling of self.
So gracious
talk to me
why don’t you ever just set your mask down and talk me.
sing to me why don’t you ever just  those thin lips up and sing to me.
for stars in their cold
she counting, the days growing old
when changes, when changes
seem further and further from home.

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