I discovered he was my elder self,
From his poetry, dusty on the shelf,
I ascended the epic family tree,
To find what relics he'd left for me,
I longed to unmask the secrets there,
Discover parts of myself somewhere,
I scoured deeply, desperate to know,
Of who I really was, and so,
I climbed right down from branches green,
Reporting back the things I'd seen,
I grew from the leaves of scandals past,
Debauchery, lust, fame- I've learned last,
I sought reassurance that I'm something more,
And I got what I'd been hoping for
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