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1 + 1  isn't math. It's life and it isn't hard. 1 + 1 is love. A universal concept of criss-crossed hands. Blue eyes to others hugging their gaze.   1 + 1 is war. Two acidic cultures colliding and sizzling at contact. Blood Hot. Black. 1 + 1 is curiosity Glassy eyes on charcoal talons Wrinkled trunk 'round tail of dog Feeble finger ravaged by thousands of legs Paint Africa upon my hands. 1 + 1 are footprints of mud on the porch. Yours between mine. Toes so close and mud still fresh. But for those, who have the most unfortunate pleasure of removing themselves from infinity. 1 + 1 = 2. How sad.
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
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1 + 1  isn't math. It's life and it isn't hard. 1 + 1 is love. A universal concept of criss-crossed hands. Blue eyes to others hugging their gaze.   1 + 1 is war. Two acidic cultures colliding and sizzling at contact. Blood Hot. Black. 1 + 1 is curiosity Glassy eyes on charcoal talons Wrinkled trunk 'round tail of dog Feeble finger ravaged by thousands of legs Paint Africa upon my hands. 1 + 1 are footprints of mud on the porch. Yours between mine. Toes so close and mud still fresh. But for those, who have the most unfortunate pleasure of removing themselves from infinity. 1 + 1 = 2. How sad.
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
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