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Oct 2011
There are two of me.

We are twins,
me and her.

Same body,
Different soul,
But combined?

Two parts but still the same.
Dual songs, one unsung.

I am the snake's forked tongue


The only thought
both minds share freely:
Who am I?

Who am I, really?
It is two in the morning and I will review when I want to, which is never.
September
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