The forgotton birth after me, a pair was my twin. Ignored; they stared at me but not him. Wail and distress I moved with the splashed white. But he never My fingers twitched He was still I was bathed but he was shut away In the morgue Blue. Remember me, my brother too, a pair Like the midwife did, when she smiled. But he never smiled He never did. I was wrapped in the white shawl He was wrapped in the white coffin and sunk While I rose. Remember us.Birth sign: Not entered
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