Source:
Adults
Author:
carl smith
Title:
it isnt not me
I’m a clone that ain’t alone, a cloned that has a double, Chromosone for chromosone, A replica of individual. A copy of my makeup, Genetically manufactured, No difference to original, A mirror image of cell structures. It’s really me yet it couldn’t be, An image of exact difference, Dual beleifs, so seperately, No self reference to a preference. I’m so proud it’s really me, Damn sure it bloody isn’t, It was me, oh’ no it wasn’t, What I have, I really haven’t. Catch 22 in one times two, You should have left nature alone, Don’t see me in whose who? now im not the only clone
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