Epigraph
They say blood makes you family, and I think that is true.
But not birthright blood.
It’s the blood that’s spilled, the blood that’s given, that does it.
The man who taught me how to stand was not the one who gave me life, but the one who charged into battle next to me, who held the line when I faltered, who called me son before I ever believed I could be one.
That’s the blood that matters.
Faelon’s book of poetry, tentatively titled Blood Between the Lines
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