and now that i look at you, i can't even find a glimpse of me in that face.
not a freckle matches.
but the dark pits of your eyes, they are so much like mine.
both the colour of fresh soil,
yet gathering dust.
we both staring at the nothingness ahead.
like looking down a dark well. you never know how deep it is,
you just know not to jump.
i see we share the same eyelashes, hanging from both our eyes like the unanswered question-marks that never got to see daylight.
and i realise how we both are so different from each other,
yet
just the same.
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