Remember 3am cups of coffee?
Back when sleep didn't have a late fee.
We could stay up until the sun rose,
and we would write nothing but purple
prose.
Everything white would pale as a calla
lily
and the darkness would be a black hole.
Our metaphors would be long and silly,
and we would just laugh every time the
clock tolled.
Back when class was optional,
and the future was too far away to be
aspirational.
We didn't need a paycheck to be happy.
All we needed was you and me.
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