The Atoll

Hector (cont.)
She was mere arms and torso victim still
Your evil deed seen by spy nanobots
Albin
So which of these great beauties is she now?
Is she the bob the pigtails or the curls?
Hector
All beauties look alike and theyre alike
If you love symmetries as you love chaos
Her mystery is not available
Remember my old vow that Id restore
Your gentle diminished fraternal twin
Contingent on a good behaviour bond?
Albin
As you are some mosaic twin genes professed
That morsel is not true hypocrisy
Small thanks for saving your wretched life then
Meantime Ive grown accustomed love my lot