|seventy three|

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you and me,
we're humans.
we're made of flesh and flowing blood,
we're made of vulnerability and caution signs,
we came in packages that said, 'FRAGILE, TREAT WITH CARE.'
we're made of stumbles and stutters and achings,
we're made of death and life and inevitability,
we're filled with tears and strength and weakness.

so let yourself loose,
for you are human,
needing care and love and sun shines and night times.
needing a hand to seek warmth in,
needing a body to cower behind,
needing to feel your skin dip under the slightest pressure,
needing, after all, to hear that thunder of pulse in your chest.

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