Friday 13 April 2012

Three (A poem in three)

It started with violence
With a shared dislike
How is it the sweetest endings
Are born of such juxtaposing beginnings
But there was the childhood
The one that began with a convenience
That stood the test of time
Like we do now
It's unexplainable
How you can see fate in a person
But I knew from the beginning
(I know it seems unbelievable)
That we are three imaginary girls

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