If it wasn't for her voice, I doubt she'd make the news
        with another sad story. That's the thing about drugs and booze.

        Someone, somewhere, just has to add sex except back
        then it was a white gardenia and a pink silky dress
        presenting a mouth torn open, the world an encore of excess.

        It's easy to forget Billie had such an early death
        if all I remember is smooth or sensual because that
        takes away the savage in you. I was confused when I
        discovered my twin where I never thought she would be.

        Bound and gagged, she's on all fours. She has my
        pout, the same sassy mouth although it's a bit hard to tell.

        Her eyes are identical to mine. She looks exactly
        like the time you talked about how much fun filming fantasies
        could be so I gave you the camera.

        When my twin appeared, it wasn't just her face.
        Her breasts, her belly, her thighs,

        the bend at the knees was mine. Did you sell me the
        next day or did you wait until I knew there was nothing
        you wouldn't do. I don't know what Billie would say
        when

        I play her songs louder than I should. It doesn't
        drown doppelganger thoughts. I'd have you back if I could
        only keep your mouth and the sound of a heart before it starts
        breaking.

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