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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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