often? yes.

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you are a sister

who whispers through the leaves,

who dances in the fire,

and keeps my life at ease.

you're the sister

who paints my dreams

with happy pictures of us

while i sleep.

you'll always be the sister

who smiles when i sing

and holds my hand while i

sit in panic that stings.

you are my sister

who has eternal rest,

but is living within me

every single day.

and

i'd give anything to

just once

see your face.

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