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Meaninless Numbers

Day one, Day two, Day three, Day four,
I keen counting as they keep coming.
They come, but do you?
Born unto my lifetime, or me unto yours.
Regardless of that, you’ve always been there.
But, now you’ve gone away.
Effort of searching seems futile, so I
No longer wish to try.
Where you are, is where you will stay.
Maybe then, the days will cease to be counted.
Written by okamikinyobi
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