To be one that has no other
Is like not being one at all
For as we all know it takes one and another
To make two
But on a more satisfying level
We must never omit the lone fact
That those ones that become twos
More often then not subtract
A divided number
Regardless of what or who it is
Isn’t a real number
So what does that make all those that have split?
Fake?
Dead?
Imaginary?
frr rcv
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