Older Sibling Instincts

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We fight, we bite, we dite
It's all in playful fun
'till you can't run and hide

clasped against two hands,
you feel like in a veil
Of heart, betrothed harmony

You feel hopeless and distraught
Only to find a shadow figure
Who you don't even know
Hold you in it's arms
as if it would be their job

Leaving you in guilt and wonder
Why don't they ever ponder?

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