#32- The Sun Disappears.A Poem by PaperTime moves quickly.
Afternoon, got a snap.
Quick greeting. Quickly talking. Both of us, Tired and worn thin. An offer to chat. Maybe play some games. Suddenly, hunger-- Dinner already. Suddenly, darkness-- Sun setting. Suddenly, fatigue-- Two in the morning. I don't think Either of us planned To spend the entire Afternoon, Evening, And night, Together. But I'm glad we did. I really miss Hearing your voice, Miss.
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