Fearing My Sister Will Die In My Arms

You close your eyes and count to three
“Will I be alive if I go for five”, you ask me
I hold you in my arms like you’ve fallen asleep
As if I will carry you to bed like our da did
Your pale face shaking and looking through me
And I can see now the resemblance between you and me
Your breathing stops but you continue to bleed
Just close your eyes and count to three

Close your eyes and count to three

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