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            To the Sister of Mine...


To the sister of mine.

Who stayed beside me for years

I could remember well, the giggles we had

The thoughts we shared and struggles we had

Life drove us into many plights

Our tireless fights comes to my mind

Looking back now it makes me laugh

After all it couldn't break our bond

The bond, ordained by the God 

I wish we had shared the same womb.

To the sister of mine, to whom I write this.

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