Two sides of the same coin.

We were born together.

Our lives were nothing more than a minute apart,

but our minds couldn’t be farther.

When I saw a looking glass.
He saw furniture.

When I saw a white rabbit.
He saw an animal.

When I saw a girl in a blue dress.
He saw a child.

When I saw a land of color.
He saw nothing.

We are one in the same.

Yet, he is the reflection that stands on the opposite side of the tracks,

Forever mumbling unspoken words.

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