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Two star sisters, too busy for time

Grew up in a house a bit like mine

A few more windows

A few more birds

But if you were to describe it you would use similar words


So what became of the gross-green sides?

What was the fate of the light-leaning leaves?

When you wake up what cracks do you see in the plaster? Or have you taken to sleeping past dawn?


Star sister, your grease-gleaming puckered skin used to reflect light like the spotted moon

Your deep blue veins flew out like flares from your wrists

Star sister, you were never pretty, but you still made a sweet poem


One star sister, empty as rhyme

Her home merely a place to dine

New curtains for the windows

New roof spikes for the birds

And none of it's that different now from my life, or yours

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I can’t help too much right now bc I have tests to study for but I love the parallelism here and if I were to change one thing it would be the last line of the first stanza, which feels a little bulky.

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