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“Hide and Seek”
forgive me, sister
I don't mean to call so late
but aching fingers
still seek the comfort of touch
and still the words come
beloved and unbidden
thee to me, sister
I am a fool for calling
a fool for longing
a fool to face the mirror
but frozen fingers
still touch palm to mirrored palm
and still my lips move
whisper the incantation
thee to me, sister