You gave me a time-limit to write about you,
Give me the poems on the 22nd you say,
There might be a timeline for my life,
Never a timeline for me to write about you,
You know words just flow, unending,
When I think of you I lose track of time,
Give me a pen and millions of paper, I’d sit through
To the end of my life, to write about you.
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