Poetry · Writing

demon slayer; single humans

touch of hatred;

carried a long way

held every thought like a parent

grew up playing catch with his brothers and sisters

you could never tell;

trained to never forget

triumph will never relieve

one day will walk in the light my brother

your journey will bring you back

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