Vacation comes
like a rising wave-
the crest carrying us to different coastlines
Between us, an entire country
we can call home
Every day we both
sleep, eat, work, play,
but all on different grounds
It feels okay
because we take pride on our own
But even apart
We sing along to the same tunes,
laugh the same,
feed off eachother's remarks and cues
We are in essence still one
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