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Beneath shadowed skies, we tread alone,
breathing echoes of a silent moan.
Attire's ghost, a dance of violent despair,
outsiders we, in the darkness, declare.
A symphony of mistreatment, a whispered refrain,
norms discarded, a uniform's disdain.
Beautifully abstract, the cast in the night,
in shadows, a defiance, a silent fight.