there was a boy
and he was ill
he needed care
and he received it
his family
was there
and they cried
wondering if
he would
get well
except
for his sister
his sister
was left in the dark
his sister didn't cry
she didn't weep
no,
for no one knew
she loved to
sing
and dance
in solitude
she used to breath
the outside air
hoping the clouds
would suffocate her
she lived to
drown in her loneliness
she would never talk
to her brother
or anyone else
because she
was to busy
wading in her anger
she would lay
on the floor
her sides
aching
from the hardwood floor
she would dream
that one day
she
could be ill
instead.
CITEȘTI
flecks of charisma
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