like shiny things
for some reason.
we're prone
to easily
pick up
the shiny rock or coin,
a sliver
of blue
sea glass washed up
on the shore.
we like
the sheen of things,
the glimmer
of hope,
the brightness
of the new
car,
the new girl,
the new home.
we're children inside,
no
matter old
or how long we survive.
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