The Number Seven

by Eryn Eibel | Aug 14, 2024 | Poetry

My dear number seven. How beauty you are full.
When I see the two lines forming you, it’s cool.
When the number one is has another line attached at the top
I pog! Not the number three! Other ones make me sob.
If i were to name all my favorite sevens we’d be here for 4 hours
Since I was five. I have adored the number. It’s mine not ours.
The funny tale of how 7 8 9 is quite untrue and was made up by 10 because he feared his power, how immense
My passonent love is quite intense

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