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Two hundred sextillion stars 

In our universe

Thirty-five trillion blood cells

Bodily dispersed

Seventy-thousand decimal places

Someone memorised for Pi

Five thousand visible suns

Light the night sky

Two and a half billion seconds 

The extent of one person's life

Thirty-three percent truly believe

After death, there’s an afterlife

Forty million sperm

In one ejaculation

Fifteen million bubbles

In one Champagne bottle celebration

Three trillion trees

Forested around the world

Over two thousand yearly

Tornadoes have whirled

Three hundred and fifty quintillion gallons

Of salty seawater

Augustina Higuera’s fourteen children

All of them daughters

Two hundred is an infestation

To a dog who has fleas

Whilst three and a half trillion fish

swim the oceans with ease

Three thousand times 

I’ve said I’m sorry to you

Zero is the number of times

You’ve said sorry to me

sorry

◄ Winter has passed and with it, love.

Does anyone care? ►

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