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The daughter of heels (Free verse) by Caducus a black and white baby
floated in a heel print
on its Fathers reflection
and grey gun clouds.
A black and white lover
dressed to hide grief
inhaled his remnants
from grey pipe clouds.
A black and white Father
was loved via bedtime truths,
and technicolor fables,
his nickname was âBogartâ
A black and white truth
marched nowhere to no-one
deaths regiment,
pristine from conscience
I, am the daughter of heels
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