When one twin is dead and there is no other left,
When there is nothing left.
Don’t be stupid.
Simple they say, but it’s clear to see that no one understands who or what the twin is.
It’s unfortunate.
Don’t be stupid.
Dead and gone.
Dead.
There have been words since the beginning that are long gone and erased in the never ending existence of never being seen.
Songs recorded, chances taken away,
There is no twin.
There may have been.
The duality of the feelings, the sides of the moon
But the never wanting to take or ask for or demand.
I thought it was an open invitation. I was wrong.
Why doesn’t anyone understand?
I wish someone would just say something…
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