You've got my nose, you've got my eyes.
When you smile, your teeth perfectly align
Like mine, your dimples are akin to the potholes
Of the road I refuse to take, if I do— I'll stumble hard.

In the remote hills, you might shiver and I shall hold
In the arms that couldn't when you were my weary daughter's daughter and cold.
In self-loathe, I spit revulsion on myself and you,
You because I don't deserve your pity.

Our visages are woven, our visions are apart.
Our ages are distant, it's fretful how tragic genes played their part.
The lineage proves neither as a testament to our bond,
Nor as one which engenders it.

Our time now circumambulates
The few thoughts that we share while sedate
And in dispute; it mocks
At our ego to squander what's left of it.

You're the road I refuse to take;
But if I should, I'd only do it for hell's sake.

- mathi
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