We wake up early and
head to the beach holding hands.
Our barefoot feet
are soon buried in the sand.
We watch the sky as
the colors finally appear.
New lights for a new day
and 24 new hours to make new mistakes.
New people to meet,
new people to hate
and new memories to make
with old people that we love
just the same
YOU ARE READING
So Human
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