The mystery of having a brother
Or a sister or the mystery of being alone
Too important a decision
Not to have been a choice
To share the same sources
And yet be so alike and unalike
To understand and not comprehend
Our lives before we were born
What prior encounters
Must have determined
Our present connection
Were we lovers in the past
Or is that waiting still to come
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