He...
he lets me grow
and learn
he teaches me patience
and the value
of dawn and dusk
he dries my tears
and mends my wounds
yet
he makes me tired
and weak
he forces away lovers
and depreciates
all my memories
he knows of his infinity
and leaves me to die
time is kind but
he is cruel.
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