my little sister is a puzzle, one from a frayed box with lots of colour and a few missing pieces. My little sister looks like spring, with a little nose and sparkly freckles. She can put flowers in a jar and they will remind you of a meadow. She can do a cartwheel with a cigarette in her hand, she can roller skate backwards, she isn't afraid to tackle when she kicks a footy around. My little sister always turns on the radio station just as her favourite song begins. My little sister is brave. When I see her hands, I remember what they looked like when they were much, much smaller. We know all of each other's songs.
Me and my little sister, we are the dancers.
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