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Brother
A figure standing next to me
A man of 6,6 tall
A quiet soul of whom I love
To him, I owe it all
He watched me grow
From none to now
And never let me fall
The odd one out
In a sea of liars
We grew up, hand in hand
And I’ll never forget
His genuine smile
On a pedestal, he stands.
To him, I thank
For who I am
And all that I could be
Because what is life
Without a soul
As loving, or as free,
As he.
A man of 6,6 tall
A quiet soul of whom I love
To him, I owe it all
He watched me grow
From none to now
And never let me fall
The odd one out
In a sea of liars
We grew up, hand in hand
And I’ll never forget
His genuine smile
On a pedestal, he stands.
To him, I thank
For who I am
And all that I could be
Because what is life
Without a soul
As loving, or as free,
As he.
Published 13th Jul 2023
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