Of an infinite desire
Been to moon. Been to sunCouldn’t find a source to shun The ailing skin The blackening veins The lightning bloodThose seeked
INFINITE
It’s the things that can’t be quantified, that count most in the end.
I’M thinking of a number,It’s somewhere from one to fivepick the one that shows Just what it means to be alive. But if you tell me there’s no meaning In their varied loops and lines, why is it with these digits That we’ve learnt to be defined? For when it’s …
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