Still looking for my twin, my always-play-
with-me buddy. Aren't you? She would be
just like me, standing on the hill leading
down to the river, my twin, wishing every day.
Come play with me! Nine years old, just like me,
my forever twin my same silly, my same scared,
my same play-all-my-games papercutting reading
just like me. Me paired. Me shared. Me squared.
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