• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 06
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Then We Were Four

You pop up in day dreams,
night dreams and meditations.
As a child, my guardian angel,
a teenager. Lately you are a twenty something with glasses. Long almost-black hair, looking like us, all three of us, jaw a little longer, squarer.

Sometimes I think you Godlike, we will never see the face of you - sister. Some day we will all be gods.