Pull harder than ever, little man of only ever ours…
Pry these sentimentalised little eyes of treasured yours
oh so goddamn gloriously wider than that…
Forever
You sat alongside of us, as patient – albeit in a far less agonised manner to rather sadly use the exact same word – as your war-sworn older brother
Who was… and always will stay blessedly ethereal
to remain The Real Deal
His existence refuses to wane outright inside
As are you, only none too fictionalised a living-breathing, beating thing
From here on in… it really is unfathomably, fair yearningly instilled within each one of us
Please, lean on up pristinely cut
To stroke then touch the layered sun
And wholeheartedly Trust above all else That Honest-To-Goodness Outer Crust
seen to be simply radiating

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