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 with

drafts and sketches.

... somewhat different.

Our siblinghood...

unmatched.

Our siblinghood

is unmatched.

... somehow different.

... the kind of blood that

comes from the same tribe!

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