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Jun 2014
Sitting on your porch.
Talkin video games, and weddings.
After a night of drinking;
what more could a brother ask for?

Under the black of this dirt town.
Wanting out.
Nowhere to go.
So we wander:
moving at a liesurely pace.

I can't quite place our de ja vu.
It's lost to month old dreams,
and past lives.
We don't talk enough, but we drink.

I love you.
As a brother does, for his sister.
Everything will be okay in the end,
and if it's not okay
it's not the end.
For my sister.
Keaton Rutz
Written by
Keaton Rutz  Edmonton, AB, Canada
(Edmonton, AB, Canada)   
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