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"she is me
i am her" -bikini kill
where your hand is
my hand begins. our skin
like leaves, together, growing
the same.
your eyes heavy and watchful,
your body, thin and hard
kneeling over the tundras.
why do you make me hate you?
my sister, myself.
why do you have to be
someone i love so much?
a longing and a sorrow
a reflection of things i don't
want to know.
challenging my everything.
i don't even know where
to begin.
i'm eating the cake of
sisterhood and love
i'm drinking the vodka
from your bottle
and breaking my heart
with your hands.
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someday could be today...
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jenna's late love poem draft 1
