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I am One.

I am what one is

And, what one is not.

One of us is wrong, or

Both of us are right

About the one thing.

One last time:

I am not yours,

You are not mine,

Though we will die

Trying to prove it.

Can I help it feels right

To think I’m one with him,

The momentary shared skin,

Then the frightening birth away.

Someone said we were halved

Long ago, halved,

And we are always seeking.

I am what one is,

And, what one is not,

Though I will die

Trying to prove it.