Sister
The dark eyes,
the quipped comments and scoffs
the slender fingers and round face.
What can’t you live without?
Her face flashes immediately in your mind.
Her smile, her laugh.
In reality, she’s not the answer to that question.
After all, you need only chemicals, molecules,
to survive.
Truly, she’s the answer to:
what are you willing to die for?
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