Two Men on Couch with Thought Bubble and Device

Reflections of Identity in Cloned Lives

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  Reflections of Identity in Cloned Lives
  
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  Prompt: "My Icarus Friend" My friend left today For blessed Ukraine Nothing left to live for For Usefulness he'd die Wife and kid dead sixteen years now Sister's dead to him while alive We spent some time on exercise bikes Hitting our vape pens, sharing our likes I told him he could be a Character Actor I'd imagine the film version of shared moments Thought bubbles emerging from the head Of my character Model Mom, forceful father More like a roommate or maybe a brother The scar on his forehead said there was more to the story Like a blackened bruise on a piece of fruit Destined for the trash Fifty Five years old Still a warrior My mother's coming out in me Still a worrier Maybe he'll do paperwork Maybe he'll die on the front lines It's not for me to judge But I'll miss him like one of mine My heart pumps red ambivalence My brain's antennae whines My heart just wants a beer Don't have the stomach for red wine Scott "King" James was his name, All due respect, my man Scott James you're remembered By the ledger by the land
  
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"My Icarus Friend" My friend left today For blessed Ukraine Nothing left to live for For Usefulness he'd die Wife and kid dead sixteen years now Sister's dead to him while alive We spent some time on exercise bikes Hitting our vape pens, sharing our likes I told him he could be a Character Actor I'd imagine the film version of shared moments Thought bubbles emerging from the head Of my character Model Mom, forceful father More like a roommate or maybe a brother The scar on his forehead said there was more to the story Like a blackened bruise on a piece of fruit Destined for the trash Fifty Five years old Still a warrior My mother's coming out in me Still a worrier Maybe he'll do paperwork Maybe he'll die on the front lines It's not for me to judge But I'll miss him like one of mine My heart pumps red ambivalence My brain's antennae whines My heart just wants a beer Don't have the stomach for red wine Scott "King" James was his name, All due respect, my man Scott James you're remembered By the ledger by the land

More about Reflections of Identity in Cloned Lives

A medium close-up of two identical male clones, both appearing to be in their late 20s or early 30s, sitting side-by-side on black leather couches, with a light blue wall in the background. The clone on the left, shown from the chest up, is shirtless and wearing a black baseball cap. He has short, dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face. His gaze is directed downwards and to the right, towards the other clone. His left shoulder and chest are visible, highlighted by soft lighting.

The clone on the right is also shown from the chest up. He is wearing a dark grey t-shirt with a v-neck and has short, dark brown hair with a light stubble on his face. He is holding a white and blue earwax removal tool with his right hand, and the white wire from the tool is curving upwards towards his chin. His gaze is also directed downwards and to the left, towards the other clone. Above his head, to the left, there is a white speech bubble with indecipherable text in dark grey, accompanied by three dots. The overall image has a soft, diffused lighting, creating a calm and contemplative atmosphere.