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Be infinitely infinite into infinity
I’m a cycle
I’m a circle
I’m a forever
I’m always
Casting shadows on myself
Packing silver on the shelves
Plus! Plus! Plus! Plus!
I’m infinity
Maths was never my forte
You cannot minus or divide me
I’m a forever
I’m always
Smiling when the moon comes
Smelling for when Monday runs
I was reborn, refreshed
I can be ironed and pressed
Good as new
I’m ...
Friday 17th August 2018 6:59 pm
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