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for my sister, amy callan

 

there’s some part of me
that won’t be contained

she rises up while I sleep
skips down the hallway

floats down stairs
and slips out the door

she lives a life unknown to me
hasn’t learned a thing since grade school
couldn’t tell you the time of day or night

but she knows a life well lived
she dances on tables
her hair is never in place

and if you ask her the key to a happy life
she’ll tell you:

fling the doors wide open
on the fire that burns inside you

©heartsdeesire

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