I know this Cassandra you speak of

Cassandra Morrow, an author

She breathes literacy and lives poetry

Her every step is a dance of words

She is me, or rather, I am her

Or are we separate? different entities?

Cassandra disguises her pain with writing

Or perhaps it is my pain, not hers

Perhaps I am two people - 

Both tangible and intangible...

If Cassandra and I are one, then

Do we share the same weaknesses?

If Cassandra and I are one, then

What is my identity?

The End

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