are difficult. no doubt.
the good sister.
the dark
ones, always stirring
some pot.
the loving brothers.
the father
on some distant shore,
a cold
wind in his face.
a mother
in the ground.
it's less about who we
were when together, but
more of who we
are now.
who we have become
apart
from each other.
some lost, some found.
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