a few stolen moments
with memories made
not spanning much longer
before quickly abated
not everylasting
not more than a year
not more than mirages
that quickly disappear
the visions that loom
everynight in a dream
what rises to the top
like the thickest of creams
as we ran parallel
on two different lines
what you keep as yours
as I discard mine
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