Lilith
A reflection staring back at me.
She laughs when I cry.
Her dark whispers seduce the light.
I feel her move within me -
Twisting...turning to be free.
She is me. She is not me.
I am her. I am not her.
Like conjoined twins...
...our hearts beat as one -
The tune is not the same though!
I smile as I catch her eye in the glass;
She laughs carefree, tossing her hair,
As we walk off together.
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