she was howling for summer
she was crying in winter
her little fire
crackle gold
she was howling for summer
she was crying in winter
her little fire
crackle gold
She is my sister,
that is not my blood.
Long black hair,
and kind eyes.
Composition class,
met by chance,
ended up laughing till our sides hurt.
Now we are in college,
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