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Numbers

Numbers Numbers , an intricate design A metaphorical thing that troubles most And they include many signs The ones who understand these boast Numbers flicker by quickly Incredibly fast, it’s blinding Numbers draining out as swiftly As they may be coming An emptiness comes when they’re gone It could be called poverty when zero Or if the numbers go negative beyon’ And if someone could fix this, they’d be a hero But this person hasn’t come to town So now the rope shall go down Written on December 10, 2020

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Date: 1/23/2020 8:52:00 PM
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Book: Shattered Sighs