Your tie dye sweatshirt you got from our family trip to the ocean.
We poke our brother.
We laugh at our matching feet shape.
The world is a wonderful place for you.
The openness of your smile is like a fingerprint that God left for all to see.
I watch the wind flit across your face and brush your hair
as you look up at me.
There is no love as pure as this.
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