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My Brother Lance

I will never again
Be able to touch you
Be able to kiss you
Or even hug you close
I only weep a single tear
But my heart sobs for you
I miss you, feeling abandoned
I regret not staying up late enough
That one, young, long night
I ached for you to see me
I am growing into that
Beautiful, young woman
That you once called me
Sometimes I still visit you
Calling your name and
Getting angry when you don't respond
I whispered to you as I rested
On top of your cold grave
Weeping knowing I would
Never again hear your
Comforting and protecting voice
You've yet to see the woman
That I am today
I know I'd make you
Proud of me.

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