(We are Seven.)
We are the daughters of the night,
a sky army of swallowed sorrow.
Our mother salts the ocean with her
tears; our father holds up the sky.
We are lost girls pinned to black
scrim, a small dark harvest of shine.
Name us. Claim us as your own
wandered light. We will outlive you.
Press us to your skin and breathe our
shattered heaven. You are one.
We are seven.
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