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11

i always liked

double numbers—

the symmetry

of identical-twin

symbols

standing side

by side.

i like to think

that we could be

each other’s double-

number,

palm-to-palm

in our mirrored bliss

(or that we used to be,

in some world-that’s-

better-than-this,

some fantasy

wasted on a cool

pillow)

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