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Reviews Requested- Contains upsetting material - Beloved brother - full version.
Beloved Brother
You were so young. So soft a soul to lose to whim.
So sweet your smile from lips for now sewn shut.
There is no voice to voice a barren breathless art.
To know such joy, such love, such wrenching pain.
The world was old and dark warp’d and plain.
You fought your war with word, reason and song.
The peace appealed a prize that none should pass.
The plot you lie in hails the way of life.
No stage to play the truth, no time to tell,
No book to read, to write, a wrong hearts view.
To know such joy, such love and such wrenching pain.
The world was old and dark warp’d and plain.
Then you came.
You wore a kind cloak. You cloak a kind of pain,
I know the kind of cloak I wear the same,
No face to face these fears you feel. No thought,
to thank the part of you that loves and cares.
No dream to wake your self from life. To cut,
The pulse of pain that keeps you up at night.
To feel that loves ideal just is not right,
Must hurt beyond the realm of sane. That pain.
It must have ached so much, no joy, no love.
But all you did for all you knew was all you had,
to do to keep you from saving you!
My young, soft, sweet warp'd but plain brother.
It was wrong to deny that love is real
cause all who knew you
know exactly how they feel.
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