Monozygotic
Connected by the heart and clasped with a hand
A whole lifetime and more spent in constant company, a single monochrome
In dazzling colors blended by genes, painted with love.
Questioning identity in sadness
Trapped in a mirror of dazzling iridescence,
A reflection of me that is her and a her that is me,
Her hand scratches her script while I play a tune on trombone of constant
Inquiring, inquest, inquisition of
Irresolute identity
Whispering questions of “I am…?”
Multiples
That is all
The Twins
The Girls
Them
One.
A constant struggle of definition and individuality.
But I am me, she is her
We are separate and the same
My passion like ivy,
Winding
Intertwining
Fastening
My temperament to wear rose-colored glasses to the darkest-cloaked of villains,
Or my stage presence as a wooden puppet
Toppling
Wobbling
Stumbling
Struggling
About
Is me.
It is her.
We are one and this is me.
A twin.
Separate
Equal
Monozygotic.
Transcendent.
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