be there

plunged into archaic decor,

a liquid citadel of archways:

swimming in the white, and I am white

my skin is white and my dress is white

and I’d swear my eyes are white now too,

and how could I ever possibly understand

the darkness I came out from?

the deluge flushes out the sinners,

and I am left wondering why

I could possibly be left behind.

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