Favourite Sore

We’ve fought, we’ve bickered
At every failure; snickered
Took the good with the tough
The smooth with the rough
Some words were saddening
Others were maddening
The silent judge
Without a grudge
Bittersweet connection
Unlimited affection
The un-poppable blister

Is you, my sister.

 

 

Little Ginge x

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