Your picture on the wall is about to fall as I shake heaven and earth during an afternoon dust, removing fly's eyes, cat dander, and ancient house particles. My memories dance as your immovable pupils and stationary smile awake repressed happiness. You are a cruel picture now, dead sister. Happiness and life imprisoned in a frame.
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