family
what is it that binds us?
shared memories?
but versions
of our histories
invariably differ.
common references then
to a past recollected....
seeing each other
through a veil
of previous experience
what would we
think of one another
without
the recollections
of what went before?
it’s not the blood that connects us
it’s the choice
to remain,
to be,
family
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