The Others

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My twin is my fellow,
One who sets the table
With feet on the wordplay
And legs locking verse.

My twin is the fellow
Who sleeps in the mud,
Showers in his sheets,
Wrestles with angels.

My twin, a kind fellow,
Eats colors with words,
Digests the digestions,
Finishes her songs.

My twin is a twin
Who is twin to a fellow
Who has many other twins
Who all see stories.





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