Our family was large; when we met
we embraced six hundred times
for a long while I was inseparable
from my cousin
but such is life
you learn to let go of things
not meant for you
Marcel Proust wrote to Celine
ten times in the hope
of boeufs - carottes
and while
I�m dropping names
there�s Vincenzo Campi�s
painting where I lie
in the arms of my brothers
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