You and I are same.
You tell stories; fantasies.
I tell truth...harsh; realities.
Call us names,
we aren't sides of coin,
Flipped together,
add meaning when we join.
You, a butterfly,
wings like a rainbow
above dripping drops
and shades of white
joining fragmentations.
I'm stolen bones
moist under brown
bricks of hope
and lies of red
passing from generations.
You, a want
I, the device
Keep us running...
We keep running.
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