Sister,

the sky will kiss your cheeks when you are

sobbing in your sheets it will

breathe into your lungs it will

remind you that you’re young

there are angels in your stride and there are

flare guns in your mind don’t

let them make you blind don’t

let want

and need

collide

you are

golden as the dusk and

you are more

than just enough

i will race you to the edge and we can

leap until

we fly

if he won’t kiss your cheeks you know you always

have the sky

and if your flare gun leaves you weak

please remember

you have i

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