Sisters

   I sit across from
   the girl
   who can't go a day
   without writing to her friends
      her new boyfriend
   anxiously awaiting her arrival
   she knows me
   as the younger one
      unexperienced
   I guess she'd say
   But I've lived a 
          hundred lives
   in the blink of an eye
      and watched my own
death
     countless times
   as she wrote and complained
          of my
      immaturity

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