We were supposed to be two sisters

We were supposed to be two sisters;

Equal, supportive, two daughters of one mother and father.

We became strangers on our weary feet - blisters.

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Two halves not fitting each other, foreign whispers.

I will never find out how it is to have someone close to laughter.

We were supposed to be two sisters.

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You cannot undo things with gentle gesture twisters.

While one drowns in delusions of grandeur.

We became strangers on our weary feet - blisters.

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Times showed things in the growing whiskers.

Shuttered quickly by your lies, plunged in lucre.

We were supposed to be two sisters.

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We cannot rely on gentle gesture assisters.

All the surroundings seem to drown in mediocre.

We became strangers on our weary feet - blisters.

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We are both wrong war enlisters,

Partners in crime, predicting double massacre.

We were supposed to be two sisters.

We became strangers on our weary feet - blisters.