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My Gemini

My heart,
halved,
shared an egg
with itself,
before birth
and at breakfast;
then, grew teeth
to chew through
the last placental sinews.

A storm, born of blood,
in June: the rain
and the lightening.

Two little clouds
follow me,
forever growing,
and creating my work.

 

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