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My body is separated into each of its parts. One part blood, one part bone, hair, skin, teeth. The some of these parts equal me, but when separate merely parts of me. Smaller and smaller parts of me. Endless waves of smaller parts of me, half of a half of parts of me. The infinite Abyss that is parts of me. Half of a half of the half of me.

-Abyss

I'm the only thing. I can do anything.

"A poet born without teeth dies without teeth. To be born without eyes, is to be the luckiest of all." -Tersius

I called her my sister, though she was her own person. I called her my sister because she was not her own. I called her another character in my story, the only story I will ever know.

Her words were sometimes kind, and sometimes not. Her disillusioned, desperate mind was a mirror of my own making. Her features also like my own, her passions and pleasures. Naked and embarassed, in the barn where we slept, I saw her in his arms and she saw me in hers. And though I would not know love with her, the way I did with her, as she would not know love with me the way she did with me, I am certain I loved her, for all that is worth.

A full minute older, when she laid in her bed. Now I am the oldest, because she is dead.