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My twin is no green-eyed monster, rather he cuts through a crowd like Mr.Grant and leaves me lurching in the aftermath, tie askew; ginandtonic now mostlywater; cocktail napkin ripping slowly from the condensation, and me with eyes going blinkblinkblink. He has colossal strength, carrying grudges like Atlas, boxing up Hope like Pandora. He can fight off sleep for days and carries me along to exotic locales: Waffle House at 3:30 in the morning. Is she there? Was that her voice in the background? I know that voice better than my own. "tell her her boyfriend called" I can choke into the phone but it's my other half laughing with the boys in the background Consequences are meaningless. He's got me here to clean up the mess. He has given me some tape and glue. High quality stuff that does not do its job.
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
Jealousy
My twin is no green-eyed monster, rather he cuts through a crowd like Mr.Grant and leaves me lurching in the aftermath, tie askew; ginandtonic now mostlywater; cocktail napkin ripping slowly from the condensation, and me with eyes going blinkblinkblink. He has colossal strength, carrying grudges like Atlas, boxing up Hope like Pandora. He can fight off sleep for days and carries me along to exotic locales: Waffle House at 3:30 in the morning. Is she there? Was that her voice in the background? I know that voice better than my own. "tell her her boyfriend called" I can choke into the phone but it's my other half laughing with the boys in the background Consequences are meaningless. He's got me here to clean up the mess. He has given me some tape and glue. High quality stuff that does not do its job.
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
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