77th Article: Same Tribe

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My brother draws the lines;
I write them.

His mind, an abstract-
rehearsed in drafts and
sketches.

Inked pages, unfolded in time.

Our siblinghood, unmatched.

Different someway, somehow...
but reign our blood,
from the same tribe of creatives.

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