Its real when your reflection is one in the same
Your hands feel like his
Breath taste like hers
We share bodies
Ribs
Hearts
Souls in physical form
They do not speak of the pain undergone during a mutation
Death in slow motion
Decaying of pure untouched chromosomes
They say mimicry is the highest form of flattery
Flattery became flat
Our addiction to the cycle created a mutant that is no
longer daughters to our nucleus
We abused our selves’ cells
No one ever speaks of the relationship after mitosis
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