Twin
the fierce tiny
you were never one of the cool kids
your eyes too sensitive
transfixed on the immaterial
feet on the ground
felt the call of the quirky
watching the sun fade in existential debate
tearing up as you walked away from art
however we skipped along to native rhythms
floated on merry wavelength
all while losing your tethers
to the has been
fret not
as it is
golden within
traipsing through a cheerful bonfire
hand in paw
fiddledee
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