Poetry | Fine, So I Am Different To My Brother
His first thoughts became mine, We found them in the same mud, They were ordered into lines By the same flesh and blood. I could be him,...
and memories of things I never knew
We all hold gifts that we must give to the world. We cannot do this alone. We must witness each other and in that witnessing, remember love. We hold the power to heal each other and therefore, ourselves.
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