infinity
A number so infinite
Blue and round
Stained in my hands,
In my tiny box
Prized numbers play
Upon my head upon
My heartless body
The void in my chest
On the floor
No, on the wall
Brilliant,
They all say
Infinite is a lie
I think that we’re
Just so afraid
Of everything ending.
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okay, i honestly don't know what this means or what it's about or WHY I wrote it. i just did. without thinking.
Blue and round
Stained in my hands,
In my tiny box
Prized numbers play
Upon my head upon
My heartless body
The void in my chest
On the floor
No, on the wall
Brilliant,
They all say
Infinite is a lie
I think that we’re
Just so afraid
Of everything ending.
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okay, i honestly don't know what this means or what it's about or WHY I wrote it. i just did. without thinking.