there are two of us
voice and echo
but which is true
i do not know
my twin and i
sharing a single mind
a battle of wits
a silent verbal spar
endless repartee
unceasing contradiction torn
ripped apart in finer moments
sisters in paradox
seeking the same
but in battle opposed
rarely to look one another
square in the eye
which is the voice
and which the echo?
which the first
and which the scion?
there are two of us
i know not which am i
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