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The Original Variety Show

Double trouble it is;
us and them, me and you,
always two, babbling
like fission-cloned copies
of bickering circus clowns.

There is no two as we both claim.
There is no perpetually singing duo.
There is only what we are,
layers of grit, and stone, and stars,
one on one, on one, on one.



 

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