Shedding, in the light
A ritual before the ritual
A dread creeps up of
The chance of other’s dislike
And colour crawls slowly
Flooding the parched skin
Shy in the brightness
There sparks a silent cry
For the comfort of dark
For in the light
No barriers exist between
Each flaw and each right
But for the dark there is
Deception as much as
Delight of unseen blemishes
The ritual before
The ritual is not of
The day but of the night
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