The Transfer
Two sisters one curse,
Born second, Born different.
With the touch of ice,
And acceptance of the elder.
A misfire, and then the transfer.
One sister one curse,
Born first, GREW different.
With the touch of ice,
And horrid loss of the younger.
A misfire, and then the hatred.
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