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Like a statue,
yes, thats how I remember you.

Frozen

Cold and indifferent
Unaware of the grief around you.

Passive

Your hair perfect against the pillow
as if it were born there.

Pristine, incorruptible,
untouchable, yet I longed to.

I found no solace in your peace
I chose to run.

Many a night, brother,
paced wildly down insane corridors.

Waiting to touch you,
feel your air pass my skin,

That nagging sense that something was lost

Back there in that room
where the shadows slept

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