anna. palindrome, reflection of two souls and two sets of brown eyes staring into the bathroom mirror as my sister brushes my charcoal hair into a ponytail. a smile that widens when I watch the piano fingers dance across keys, unlocking my world, holding my hand through rocky paths along redwood forests, past the salty spray against my cheeks as we sink into the black sands of Hawaii beaches. at home, clouds of flour blend with the sweet drops trickling from forehead to nose to neck. the oven opens and sickly chocolate burns into my bedroom. yang. and yin. pieces of a balanced puzzle: bouncing, leaping through life among forever friendships and unshaken bonds and ink-stained binder paper, drawing the curls and lines between a rhythmic language. I wander into uncharted lands where fiery ash rains and plagues spread like oil through smokescreens and empathy pulses through charger wires, while the neighbor’s boy knows birthdays as a masked drive-through with police sirens. two souls that walk the line together—
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