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Disclaimer: Fox own Dark Angel, not me. It would probably be better if it was the other way around though.
Author: Big Sister
Rating: G
Description: Max thinks about Alec
Timeline: Some time in Season Two
Couples: M/A
Author's Note: Why am I not revising? You tell me. I've given up trying to figure out why I'm doing something as stupid as writing poems instead.
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That's not his own face he's wearing,
It belongs to my brother Ben,
It not like he's even the one caring,
And I have just have accept it then,
That's not his own face he's wearing.
They are so alike, and yet not,
So similar and yet not the same,
One's been buried and left to rot,
The other's in Crash playing his game,
And that's not his own face he's wearing.
He was my big brother and my mentor,
He's a pain in the ass and my second-best friend,
But he turned strange and off-centre,
And he's the one I often offend,
That's not his own face he's wearing.
When did I become aware of them,
These feelings I have for that clone,
Loving him? Does that him mean I loved Ben then
Or do I just love the one and the other – disown
But that is not his own face he's wearing.
I love Alec! Okay? Fair enough,
That's something that's become a part of me,
But loving Ben? That's pretty rough,
It's incest and it's wrong you see,
Still that's not his own face he's wearing.
Who's is it anyway?