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Roots

Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to have a twin.
Then, no matter how much anyone on the planet changed,
I could rest assured that I would have at least one thing
in common with someone else.
Something concrete and sturdy.
Something that couldn't be destroyed, interrupted, or stolen.
No dissolution.
No forgetting it.
No undoing it.
Something not even death could take away.



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