My Doppelganger
This tangible double of myself
I am angelic, she is demonic
Identical but with an eerie twist
My Ora is white and her's is black.
Am I glancing at my reflection?
No. For as I smile, her glare is blank.
The only luck she brings is bad
Driving me to shut her out
I mostly cloak myself in light
Until she came into the night
And made me quake in my skin
This doppelgänger belonging to me.
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