Fragments of 11s and all the others too

Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to show you the cosmic current.

Maybe I’ll admit it too myself too.

For now, it’s just always 11:11, or almost every other possibility.

And words slipped through songs on playlists just before you capture them.

Me, forever being seriously scared of you.

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