When I was 13 I had a sister for 6 monthsShe arrived one February morningPale and shellshockedFrom past lives I could not imagineShe was 3 years older than meBut in no time we became friendsWe'd listen to her mixtapesDead Can Dance, Felt, This Mortal CoilShe introduced me to her favorite booksGave me clothesAnd my first cigarette
SometimesWe would head down to Blackbirds MoorTo watch the barges on Grand Union in the twilightShe said "the water has no memory"
For a few months everything about our lives was perfectIt was only usWe were inseparable
But graduallyShe passed into another distant part of my memoryUntil I could no longer remember her faceHer voiceEven her name
We've gotWe've got the perfect life
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