Remember the first day?
Things changed, no longer play.
It was canyon fires,
a contiguous contour
welded together in loves every hour
the invigorating beckon of blankets
watching your eyes succumb to sleep
your sweet face, gently sealing me in a locket
remember them and forget the aftermath
they've gone by that's why its past
relive the moments they're the things that last
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