My little sister

January 13, 2009
She is the only one who knows me. I am the only one who knows her. Two skinny legs with a skinny neck and two long arms like mine. Two that don’t belong here but decide to stay. Two terrible reasons to leave. From our home we can listen to them, but we choose to sleep rather to enjoy thing like these.

Our relation is hidden. They show tremendous roots under there house. The roots go up and go down and grapple the ground like Zeus’s holding a rock and bite the air with there friendly teeth and never stop being upset. This is how they like it.

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