Shaking, figit, twigit; is that a thing?

Jumping, jumping, jump; how high is enough?

You say jump, I say when?

As though you’re stepping in too close.

To make eye contact with your twin.

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Fill in the blanks, where you can’t see; what you see is what you are, you are me.

Two is who you can’t see, for he is he and I am me.

Look beyond to foresee; the miirror, I cannot pretend is me.

You are free, free to be.

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