i watch the dates float past
little pieces of paper
with their bright, gawdy numbers
telling me how precious they are
right before they vanish
taking with them bits of summer
and bits of me
but i let them go at it
for no scheme in the world
can take from me
that which is most precious
that which i have
already given to you
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