What is in a name But letters and sound and breath Nothing to hold, save An idea held in my mind Not even memory, but A title of Blood What is in a man But a yearning for fact and truth Something to know, to claim As a connection to one's self Not only sensory, but The ties of Blood What is in a heart But blood and desire and love Someone to look to and know A sister or father or uncle or son Not just a relative, but A union of Blood
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