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Do not ask me of my cousins,
brothers, nor sisters.
I do not know their names,
much less who they are.
Of course, I do know
who they are —
in some sense.
In some sense, they are me.
But, of course,
I do not know
who I am.
Although, in some sense,
I do.
I am a reflection
of all that I am not.