A Ghost twin
We share the same pain,we see with one eye,we don't hear different voices, we are the same.I ran a mile, but I could still hear your heartbeat. I tripped and fell, you picked me up. we are not far apart.
pat this dust off my back. You are my mirror view.
mom,she kissed you goodnight.
I felt her breath on my neck.
we are one soul.
Not far we have come. I could still hear your cries. Your flesh burnt and I'm what's left of you. A ghost of the past.
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