I've always had numbers running around my brain:
Count this, Count that;
Nothing useful as a matter of fact.
I like the symmetry, the patterns at play.
Haven't bothered to count the time I've wasted!
Like a digital clock:
Like seeing; O one O one, and O three O three.
I little bit of lunacy programmed in me!
Give a smile when the AUD is 66.6..
A subtle reminder of those evil wicks..
Why am I writing this?
I don't know.
But at three thirty three-
I have to go.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 20th, 2024 00:24
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