The hours don't seem long enough
Sixty minutes don't cut it
They feel like sixty seconds
Sleeping seems more like peeking at a stone angel
My eyes strain awake
Of all our hours together
I'd like my eyes closed in as few of them as possible
Fill my memory bank with familiar chuckles
And of course memories
Fall into this abyss with me
4-5-10
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