a big brother

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an artist of graffiti, a father trying, a warm heart, a recovering alcoholic--   a shirker of emotion,
A poem for the best and most influential mentor in my life, my big brother   David, my dear brother, you are like no other.
Hello Brother.  I miss you  Our family misses you.  It isn't your fault.  You did nothing wrong.    No one can help where they're born.  This has left our family torn.   
There is love in an ordinary day We learn from each other We argue and disagree But we find common ground Watching TV He flicks my earring Repeatedly I turn to him and demand him to stop
BROTHER Growing up we were always side by sideGetting into trouble You would run, I would hideBut now I'm running and we divideI know I'm young and I don't careBut from the bottom of my heartI'm really lucky you were therePeople come and goBrother
If I could ever talk to a star, I'd ask it about my brother. I'm sure it would tell me he isn't far, Or tell me he's with his mother. If I could talk to a cloud,
We always knew that the day when we split would come. I will always have the scars from you. The good ones, when we would play on your floor,
A normal human But not a normal man You fulfill many roles Which many cannot withstand   A lover to your wife A protector of our land
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