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by Lisa Jul 21, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
My Brother, cold beside me Like my gun, cold. His blood on my uniform, Like my flesh, blood. His cheeks drained and colorless, Like my body, drained. His eyes filled with horror, Like my mind, horror. His hands numb from gunshot, Like my heart, numb. His body battered and broken, Like my spirit, broken.
