Every hour a minute before quarter to d hour,
44 minutes d clock reads,
Sends me into a flashback den,
Of d moments I truly spent.
With each vehicle and room that reads 4 and 4,
I travel through d time and again,
To d past it keeps me tied,
Dis number lets me keep track of my mind.
Was just a roll number for her,
Became a heartache for my life ahead,
To d world little it signifies for now,
Was d only contact to ring so well.-Sasa
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