77th Article: The Same Tribe

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My brother draws the lines;

I write and sing them.

His mind is an abstract

that are rehearsed

through drafts and sketches.

... the pages that were inked

and are unfolded in time.

Our siblinghood, unmatched.

... different someway

and somehow,

but reign our blood that

comes from the same artistic tribe.

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