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I look at him And he looks back at me And I know we remember I know we are both thinking of that time Different pages Same plot
The old queen-sized boxspring creaks as one of the three children sleeping on it repositions. Cousins. A creaking somewhat different than the wooden door with chipping white paint
Cousins Crimson Blood Bond I, the loyal follower You, the monarch Following In The black high heels you made me buy
By Joseph Abelardo Conaty   My cousins are really cool They do very well in school My cousins are the best cousins ever Give up they will never My cousins show persistence
Hey, remember the days, Food displays and September birthdays, Serving paper noodles and meatball mâchés? Our creations were unparalleled, Unmatched, nonpareil.
"Damn, what a fam," I say to myself As I admire our picture on the shelf   Ask anyone of us We'll tell you that we're the best
I am from white baking flower, From Tide and crayons I am from the cool green grass in the backyard Soaking in the morning dew. I am from the lilac bushes lining the yard,
I’m marrying my cousin. People cringe when they hear the news Some even gape at me and once Someone made a sound like a cat does before it coughs up a hairball
He’s never around for long But always there when needed. Whistling the same song He triumphs, forever undefeated.   A heavy soul Dressed in all black. Always wearing the same leather jacket,
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