human

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we’re so human it hurts.

the way laughing and crying

can pull on your skin in

all the same places

and how wrinkles are the scars

of time moving pass

the place where you stand

the signatures get moved

past hourglass lips they

mark another year for

another claimed moment

in this smoked mirrored

game we call life

a change of heart

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