They were born in heaven.
The heaven is called my heart.
My heart was formerly earth.
Ever since they were born,
I called it "heaven."
Those people,
not necessarily bound by blood,
but bound by heart.
They are the sun of my soil,
and the yellow to my banana.
The rain to my throat,
and the cherry on my cake.
The hot in my cold,
and the sweet in my bitter.
They are the humans I treasure.
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