Take my hand and let us call each other sister.
Let us be like flowers who happen to grow
side by side in a ditch, we gleam
in the morning dew our petals almost touching,
the lost things who grasp for us
see us as one. We are always measured by the wants of others.
We are so bright.
I wish to know you by the hands of your friends
and how they touch your spine, your hair
as you embrace goodbye and hello.
We are warehouse crew and city pigeons,

we know nothing is hungrier than alone, we know to survive
we must tie our stems together
and be known as one.

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