How many times do we recall
Counting the days
Since first we met
The years and tears
Adding our lives on loves abacus
Weighing emotions
Erupting eventually
Like a shaken abacus
How many ways did we avoid
Counting the days
Of silent pain
The cold derision
Counting the good
Subtracting the bad
Exploding in the end
Like a broken abacus
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