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Sister

By: Anonymous

I

ache to lie next to her and know what she’s thinking

Our

hair touching and mixing

Blonde

and brown intertwining and growing into each other

Beautiful

fierce brown eyed girl

My

curls whisper to know her world

I

miss her wild heart

I’ve

always been the one with the golden hair

Loud

bright and smooth

Shiny

tender tokens twinkling

Is

this what makes me beautiful?

She

stands behind me as her icy hands work to clasp the necklace

I

feel her hair brush my shoulder

She

says with a hint of sadness

You

have so much beautiful hair

Little

does she know

The

one secret I keep from her is that I long for her bronze bob  

Chocolatey

auburn rebellious curls weaving together

Fluffy

bounces in the sunlight

Her

hair is my simple comfort

Wrapping

me tenderly up in home

I

want to talk with her hair

See

if it knows she is my earth

Harmonic

and unforgettable

Do

the curls sing with her?

Embody

laughter as she does?

Her

hair is my saving grace.

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