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Just like people.

When I saw you crossing the street,

I was surprised by how glad I was to see you.

I was cold.

The sun was steady, but my jacket was thin.

I knew the bus would be late.

You crossed the street smiling,

with a look like family.

Your eyes shone golden–soft and warm,

like creamed brown sugar.

With your thin fame and thin glasses

you almost seemed shy, like a child

since your eyes were still shining.

But I know you’ve seen too much.

It put me at ease to see that we could talk

just like people,

and not worry about the line set between us.

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