A wave of dark, warm skin
Exotic voices and new smells
What have we to hate?
They, by far, are the more interesting
The light hoards of uncommonly common commoners bore the most lowly of lows
Yet they, they who are animals of the night brought forth Into the light, to walk in the white sea without a thought, are the ones who should hate
Light has hated dark for so long, yet they, the Exotic, are not scared
They are people like you and I
They live like Buck and Doe
I am a follower of the Ones without hate
No hate, yet fear
Sometimes
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