My little brother had just gone to university, the first in my family to actually "go" (like stay in halls and all that, I stayed at home and commuted) And I don't miss him, but I guess somewhere in my subconscious I do because this just spewed out quite soppy like
18. Under
Under all that, little brother, I still see you.
Under your heavily tattooed skin I still see the baby of the family.
Under your facial piercings I still see that cherub face.
Under those sleep deprived eyes I still see the baby blues shining through.
Under all that, little brother, I still love you.
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