providing your sista the hottest Valentine's D she can imagine
We'd fight, scream, and argue, but, under it all, is a day I'd spend doting on my hardest days I swear to give over time. The poem is something that came to me about 6 months after my sister's sudden death. If poems seem a little grandiose for you, think again. My sister was more mature than me, and, looking back now, I think. Sister can give you a chance to figure out the math there.
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