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 rehearses through

drafts and sketches.

Our siblinghood, unmatched.

Our siblinghood is unmatched.

... different somehow, yet reign

the blood that comes from the same tribe!

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