SistersA Poem by Tania Mo
I cannot live without
my sister. The sister who laughs with me at all things we find funny. And then laughs louder when I am in pain because she finds me funny. Nothing can replace this perverse kind of love we have where we slip roaches in each other's pillows and wipe our behinds slyly with the others towel. © 2020 Tania MoReviews
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