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Jul 2017
Sister that I never met

Do you ever regret

Not knowing me?

Though apart, we're family

Did you think about me, too?

Among all those years we grew

Sister, are you married now?

Our mother's love formed your brow

What you were told was a lie

She never tried to take your life

Our mother made sure you were born

Though your father left her torn

She's always missed you, and your brother

The woman that we all call "mother"

Her love, yes, far from perfect is

But who would be sane

After losing two kids?
Ugliness and beauty coexist in this messed up universe of ours-why are good and bad so often mixed together? I guess, that's in the nature of things. We might have the best intentions and still wind up hurting someone..
Inkveined
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Inkveined  F/Within my words
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     ---, Rapunzoll, --- and Corvus
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