Literature
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One, Is for our loneliness
Two, is for our completion
Three, our tangled triangles
Four, is for the crying god of war inside
Five, was the day of my entrance
Six, is for the wind that feeds the fire
Seven, Is the luck we never had
Eight, for the pages of accomplishment
Nine, were the months of our labor
Ten, is only a one with a zero
Eleven, is for the birth of the twins
Twelve are our celestial fates
Thirteen, was the tarnished number
Fourteen, is how you will always act
Fifteen, is such an early age
Sixteen, was the fall of the flower
Seventeen, Is when I met god
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