My Gemini

My heart,
halved,
shared an egg
with itself,
before birth
and at breakfast;
then, grew teeth
to chew through
the last placental sinews.

A storm born of blood
in June: the rain
and the lightening.

Two little clouds
that follow me,
forever growing,
create my work.

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(Edit: forgot to format. /:) (Edit2: I didn't like that comma, after all.)