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I guess I’ll start at the end

Where it all seemed to begin

Mirroring each other

But we’re not twins

We just share the same sin

From within

Kinda rolled in with the wind

Thought it was a blessing in disguise

A winner

Who claimed his prize

His Spiritual power on the rise

As we continue to connect the dots

& Merge the lines

At first he was petrified

But the way my eyes hypnotized

& The slow grind at the time

Was the only thing keeping him alive

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