My Sister
I have a sister
who once had sex with a mister
she once was an angel with flapping wings
now she's a witch
who cares about mean and ugly things
in nightmares
i see with big, twisted horns
her garden is nothing but dead roses and thorns
her heart is bitter
she deleted her twitter
her eyes become red in the moon
the angel will disappear very soon
oh look!
she has to deleted her facebook!
does that mean that i have my own thing as mine?
it is annoying when she copies me
does that mean when i'm older,
she'll drink my red wine?
gee, i hope not
her demon chases all innocents down the streets
cornering them in a parking lot
what a witch she is
my sister?
no not this
qualities this creature has are hers,
qualities that i miss
my sister
this creature
my sister
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