Be it political or a hoax
Our moon shaped eyes curved
and our skin wrinkled
The things we do
the things we love
We rounded equally
Personalities melting perfectly
Indistinguishable principles hold
Cooking the same recipes
Till our hair turns old
Still believing in charity
We, are almost identical
Or so he told me.
But with a plastered smile and wide eyes,
You took his hands and left me none.
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She and I,
are so similar
That's why it hurts more.
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