There was gossip
There were pleas
There were rumors of meaning in meaningless things
Widows readied their marital beds
Litters of bastards gnawed at your breast
The filthy are first to be showered in love
The world's gone mad
We dress them in furs as they travel the earth
Saints wear rags
You blessed our home
We took you in
But you had come to a place where the plague had been
It burrowed into your graces a
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