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TRIBUTE
true,
there was a chapter of our lives
written in innocence
when we were just children tasting our first blood
dreaming of glorious battles
laughing in earnest
and fighting in mockery of life
I can see it still
carved in the pockmarked face of the moon
the history of us, of we, you and I
learning how to walk
on each other’s arms
true,
there was a boy with the face in your memory
but it was not me
there was a person who carried my name
and body
but he is dead
lost before his eyes had even fluttered open
mourn him as you would the falling of a shooting star
brilliant in its dying
true,
I still dream in wraith-shapes
of you, my brother,
of the days we spent together blurring into one
of a time when our hearts beat
not in rhythm
but in harmony
before we knew what it was to kill each other
we longed for it
you and I
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