They were born connected,Skins stretched and lines adorn,
Their thoughts like a mind of twist,
Their love for each other not for twins,
But for the moon and sun feelings forlorn.
They would continue to play their song,
Even in the midst of blood and tears,
Fingers would sway in tune to the beat,
And the sky would blacken in surrender,
A cursed lullaby for the ears in mourn.
Reflections of night adjourn,
Rays of light rises above the scorned,
Pretty wings unfold and fly away,
Wishes brought to the Heavens,
Wishing they were unrelated.
Let fate sway.
Burden away.
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