Sisters


No closer friend in all the world to me
Until we battle, torture and ensnare
But whether greatest friends or enemies
We are the most intense and earnest pair
Amidst a harsh assault or midnight talk
Where black and white conflict, and never gray
In combat games or on a sunset walk
Not close enough or far enough away
You persecute, torment, sustain and love
You are a curse, you are my bosom friend
You came from down below and up above
And I will love you 'till the bitter end!
Forever far away, forever near
Contender, comrade, foe and sister dear

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