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Forgetful of time
that passes so slowly
in the smaller hours,

we whisper secrets
in boundless trust of young friendship
and share giggles smothered
by fear of discovery.

As we hide from parents
under cover of blanket,
my gold mixes with your auburn,

and we know
there is no closer.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Chronos, in the year 454 AF.