EIGHT

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by uhwriting

by uhwriting

06/07/2022
FOUR US

One to three times I've wandered to your profile

A twelfth smile creeps on my face as our eyes lock

11:11 while I count my blessings and manifests

For a connection stronger than the mass of ten hefty men

Sitting here silently I think, "Nine yr old me would smile." because

Eight youngins for him I'd carry if they copied his timid aura

Sometime under the 7am rays we can meditate you and I, just to give thanks & honour

I'd sit by the corner while you play those little instruments for the 6th time that day-

Five of each our fingers intertwined witnessing a 5pm

sunset listening to a record or two

from the playlist you made three days ago.

Mereba sings and I follow, "You're my one true, you're my one true love."