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Living on a flow chart,

Challenges penciled in between,

I will love you passionately

For 89 days,

Then put you on a plane,

And send you away.

Counting cycled times again

Flowing past in charted seas,

I know the path, the rocky shores,

And the challenges that we see,

I will love you passionately,

But it can never be pass, 89 days.

You number your days in numerals,

Not hours, or moments,

But a measurement of,

I-gotta-be-frees.

Time closing in, my time is done,

My welcome, out-welcomed 

My job complete.

Gotta go, gotta go 

Gotta go,

Gotta go.

And I will love thee,

Not ninety,

Not ninety-one,

But, eighty-nine, to the day.