to where we went
Those views in the palisades,
the same that enlightened us,
did not find him moved
He offered only complaints
Just inconvenient labors
and stones to stumble over
And don't find me wrong,
like the others do,
I wish only the best for him
But how is it, little brother,
that I thought him closer?
As if telling myself
that time spent
makes up for compatibility
But with you,
when it was all right,
thoughts of two would blur
and our minds would sync
together as one,
like twins separated
by clandestine schemes
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