Numbers

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"Numbers"

Buttery hot cup of cocoa
And Midnights filled with screaming numbers
Packages and books
I felt absolute love for
Sure, they were outdated and old
But they only made me bold
I saw and played with,
Memorized all the equations
Of the most beautiful subjects one could conjure
As if it was the body of my own lover
I dedicated time and  I tried
But one day, the numbers they stopped playing
Buttery hot cup of cocoa
I reminiscence
The days I spent hoping wishing and praying
For all the numbers to make sense to me for one last time.
   
-Gayatri 

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