I forgot that life was too short,
That we must take the time
To suck the beautiful
The value of time and pen inside me,
The value of memories,
That will leave me on the ride.
With a pen attached,
With a pen drawn,
Ticking away the time,
I remember
The morning quiet and silent,
When I miss the sunrise, your body
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