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a sinister snowflake
wreath like her posture
is folded blanketed
around me
clearer now
my sister sits silently not
her searching hands
are always in motion
cooking soothing smoothening
clearing cleaning comforting
karmic ceramics carved
neath her finger nails
plumage plucked
her careful painted lips
are but a melody
once I asked her
if she could remember
the sea
her answer was
that she did not
remember the shore
we held shells
towards our ears
wandering echo
waning silence
her voice from the receiver
necromantic answers
are given to me
white white winds
have spoken
o my sister
we are bleeding
time is running
you were the fire
me the ice
o my sister
we are still breathing
under water
where
I hold you
now
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is folded blanketed
around me
clearer now
my sister sits silently not
her searching hands
are always in motion
cooking soothing smoothening
clearing cleaning comforting
karmic ceramics carved
neath her finger nails
plumage plucked
her careful painted lips
are but a melody
once I asked her
if she could remember
the sea
her answer was
that she did not
remember the shore
we held shells
towards our ears
wandering echo
waning silence
her voice from the receiver
necromantic answers
are given to me
white white winds
have spoken
o my sister
we are bleeding
time is running
you were the fire
me the ice
o my sister
we are still breathing
under water
where
I hold you
now
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2025
all rights reserved
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