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The morning is dark.
The sun has not yet risen.
The
dark is hard and painful in me.
I see only what she sees.
I
wish to hold her close.
Explain the days, the hours and
minutes.
But I'm forever denied.
Her heart is like a
feather.
So soft, so delicate, so fine.
Precise are her
affections.
Affections she might never understand.
Oh, I wish
to hold her.
Run fingers through her hair.
Explain the human
heart to her.
He cannot ever have her.
Not the way he
expects.
Serious questions arise in my locked-away heart.
My
baby sister, my little twin of joy.
Will her heart beat with
his?
Will she suffer my fate?
Will she...
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