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Jan 2021
my sister—
your love was as soft
as the morning rain,
our conversations
too innocent not to be beautiful
and when we locked our arms
and pressed our ankles together
to walk through a river of puddles,
the world was right,
our dreams, tranquil and endless

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 7, 2020
PorcelainTears
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