Tormentor, Brother

Dice tossed

Life lost

Guns’ report

Blood’s short

Let Him in

Be His kin

Morning field

Mourning still

Tried to follow

Could not swallow

Pills for slumber

Not endless summer

Hold you tight

Struggle and fight

Love forever

Beyond never never

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