Thumb tacks.
Tooth picks.
     Incense burning.
Pony tricks.
     An ever-fallen tree
Mosquito bites
     From the way things used to be.
One hand in,
     While one hand’s out.
Your lip curls
     Into a bitter pout.
Is this forever?
     Or is it not?
An everending trail
     Of all we have forgot.
Starry eyed.
     One shed tear.
A broken memory
     Of all that was clear.
I love how you write, sister
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