Ever In His Youth
Wind chimes ringing to the cold breeze of the night
Week old dream catcher tattoo itching on chest
I love to live in my dreams with my brother
resting on my chest every time I go to sleep
spell bound to my soul, he is breathing
his heart still pounding always 20 years and a month old
ever in his youth, ever with his love for me.
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