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Rated: · Poetry · Death · #907711
After my brother's death.
I mourn you.
In every breeze
With each rising sun
Behind closed doors
Above all else
I mourn you.
I refuse to lick these wounds
Let them fester into resolve
as best they can.
I detest that mirror of defeat.
The one that says all I have is
Me.

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