Sisters

You are alive in a space together.
You do not cross eyes some days
Beyond time’s yellowed doorways.
You rose from the same darkness
Creaked by vague tireless crickets.
You both belong to the same hole
Whose darkness effaces your eyes
And removes your cloth hemlines.
You had swung by the same cloth
Flying your feet to the white roof
Limited by the same blue of a sky.

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