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He aimed his words at her Like heart-seeking missiles. He launched them, with venom and purpose, Willing them to hit their target, to strike her down irrevocably with feelings of grief and loss. He imagined her tears of anguish and pain at tu...

He aimed his words at her

Like heart-seeking missiles.

He launched them, with venom

and purpose,

Willing them to hit their target,

to strike her down irrevocably

with feelings of grief and loss.

He imagined her tears of anguish and pain

at turning her back on her brother,

her new brother,

her old brother,

the one she never knew she had,

but who was always there,

in the background,

just being him.

 

He aimed his words at her

Like barbed poison arrows.

Aim for the heart, he told himself,

so she will feel your loss.

Aim for the mind, he screamed,

so she will never forget you.

Aim for the soul, he wept,

because she is part of you and you her.

How can she turn her back on her mirror image?

It will always be there, waiting for her to come back

and share herself again,

as she always has and always will.

 

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