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My brother is soon leaving for Linz And we're going with him For a week I feel his absence already in my home With his suitcases on the floor And talk of pillows, shoes and medicine And all the things he'll need away from here But I fear What he needs most we can't provide Across rivers and lakes And cities and storms Smiles are hard to deliver The warmth from home Easily will fall in a pit of despair Stumbling over its metaphorical feet My brother is soon leaving for Linz And his toothbrush next to the sink That's always annoyingly there Will forever be missed A ghost plate on the table With a forgotten fork by its side Shall be placed infront of his chair That's tucked into place Always cold, always sticky with the residue of his presence When the line cuts off the silence will be Twice as loud as his voice But at least i would've heard about His first days at uni And the parties he went to, The friends he made My brother is soon leaving for Linz And Im happy for him Even though (Or precisely because) He'll be thrown In the unknown
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Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 5:18 AM UTC
Absence
My brother is soon leaving for Linz And we're going with him For a week I feel his absence already in my home With his suitcases on the floor And talk of pillows, shoes and medicine And all the things he'll need away from here But I fear What he needs most we can't provide Across rivers and lakes And cities and storms Smiles are hard to deliver The warmth from home Easily will fall in a pit of despair Stumbling over its metaphorical feet My brother is soon leaving for Linz And his toothbrush next to the sink That's always annoyingly there Will forever be missed A ghost plate on the table With a forgotten fork by its side Shall be placed infront of his chair That's tucked into place Always cold, always sticky with the residue of his presence When the line cuts off the silence will be Twice as loud as his voice But at least i would've heard about His first days at uni And the parties he went to, The friends he made My brother is soon leaving for Linz And Im happy for him Even though (Or precisely because) He'll be thrown In the unknown
Ini_Soukoa
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Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 5:18 AM UTC
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