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Oct 2019
Wearing warm smiles
we locked ourselves
in a broken glass handshake,
     knowing...
we would sew each other up again.

Our blood brother bond
tied us together like
a barbed wire rope
while we waged our tug of war,
just to turn scared skin into armor.

Now disfigured and damaged
to chase away the world,
together we wait for the rain
to wash away our ****** bread crumbs.

While we walk arm and arm
holding each other up
slowly draining each other dry...
brother in harm,

I miss you
goodbye.
William de klerk
Written by
William de klerk  18/M/South Africa
(18/M/South Africa)   
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