little brothers


Who is this piece of me near but unattached

who snatches my belongings and shuffles my stash?





I hear his cry and I feel his pain.

When he is victorious, I myself gain.





The battle begins, I draw my weapon like so

Not one sword, now three, drawn against my foe.

Swifter and stronger, I prevail as a team


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Me and these attachments to me that often seem



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to be quite disgusting and confusing and fussy

Not rule following and peaceful and smiling like they ought be.




Sometimes I wish to just be alone

to be rid of this extra flesh and bone.



All at once I feel as though something is missing

as soon as I wonder there they are again with me.