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  Cathy Carroll

Cousin

 

 
When I look at you,
I see your mother
through your eyes

looking out at me
and when she vanishes
my father comes to play
hide and seek.

Never having
met before
drawn

down the bloodline
jagged sometimes
we connect.

 

 

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