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The days you hate come fast,
Taking the days you like, the days you love, the days you want, with them into the past.
This day, for instance, which is blurry and cold.
It is moving and sunny. The moon
Wants days to love, at least a few, before time grows old.
The day is for flirting, for making eye contact, and soon
Night welcomes your tide of regret and sorrow.
All these days!
Tonight these regrets dive down—
Before rising up to ruin what you love tomorrow.
