Twin

 

We learn from our first breaths,

Our mother's milk, given or denied,

The things we were blessed,

Plus those we learned to go without. 


Do we even search for things we never knew ?


This space within,

Some say it could be our twin,

I feel the wind blow through,

I felt it first long, long ago,


An eye to see through. 


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