I am her, I swore.

Who else could she be, but I?

Same hair, same eyes, same skin,

same scares, same birthmarks, same height,

same handwriting, same knowledge.

I know about when I offered flowers

to my English tutor.

I know about when I started smoking,

in the first World War.

What more do you need

to prove I am she? 


By Emma

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