#3 (sister mine)
Sister mine.
A perfect
spite-jewelled child.
Eyes and smokes
rolled, over
our shared veins.
Frayed but firm,
trapping us
in warm blood.
Sister mine.
A perfect
spite-jewelled child.
Eyes and smokes
rolled, over
our shared veins.
Frayed but firm,
trapping us
in warm blood.
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