Narcissus Split.

Sometimes
She
Becomes
Part of
Me.


Sometimes
I
Become
part of
Her.


Sometimes
She
Is like
Me.


Sometimes
I am like
Her.


Sometimes
She
Discover me.


In her.


Cozy
With not
Fireplace.


Sometimes
I discover her.


In her.


Shivering
in a fireplace.


Sometimes
She
Is not
In me.


She stays
In my inner
Shadows.


Sometimes
She is.


Insidiously
Reluctantly.


Me.


Sometimes
She feels
A person.


Inside Her.


It is not
Her.


It was me.


Anonymous.


Sometimes
She sees
A person.


Alien to her.


In her.


It is her.


In disguise.


Sometimes
I stay
With us.


Hidden
In both.


Sometimes.


She kills.


Us.


In us.


Forever
As us.


Sometimes
A new person
Is born.


In us.


Forever
To flourish.


Again
In us.


Sometimes
A new person.


Finally merges.


With us.


It is us
She and me.


From the outside.


Outside us.


Where were you?
Where was I?

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Genuine tragedies in the world are not conflicts between right and wrong. They are conflicts between two rights. Friedrich Hegel.

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