My brother was pale
His anger was written on his face
Instead of the hug his hands came quickly
To strangle me to death
The hurt in his eyes
burning and intensifing
The whiteness of his skin
Austerity pumps in the vein
Sadness and anger
Until the fingers loosen
He sees my defects my flaws
The ones he thought he never carried
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