Humans
Winds that blow,
Hit my face,
And it was cold,
Like the heart likely to be.
The sun shine,
It shone at my face,
Let me feel the warmth,
Like love should be.
The sweetest honey,
And the sweetest sweets,
Sometimes far better,
If it was bitter.
That is the feeling of a human,
A normal one of a heart,
Who's scared of happiness,
And terrified of the doom.
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