I see my twin brother
One thin screen in us
I pulled my brother with my hand
He's not coming
The tanks are not coming
I'm my blood
Do not let others spread anywhere
The screen is between us
Mother breathed her breath;
Yet he is not coming.
Asked me; What is mother
Whether the substance? Whether its own mass, weight and space occupies?
I showed her mom's photo.
'Okay! Mother means a color photo? And asked.
I tried to convince him that there is no definition of mother in our universe.
Mother never objects, sometimes non-object, and feeling
If you want to see a mother, you will have to come to this universe.
He told me
Actually around the screen
Seconds will move the thorns
He'll turn his Universe
Maybe this can be found in the universe
He may find the structural definition of the mother.
So, the Universe, it is better to let him stay in that universe.
I thought for a while; But as much as I mean, I'll never let my blood stay in another Universe. promise!
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