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Aug 2020
One day I will write my last words
Then they can be counted
But until then I am infinite
I can always get better
I can always get worse
Even if I stop for awhile
I will always have words

Do not ever let anyone tell you
That you have lost it
That you are ready to be counted
If you still have blood in your brain
And ink on your tongue
You are infinite
The alpha the omega
The beginning the end
Let your words be the 2nd coming
While your still here
You are no number
You are everything
Pockets
Written by
Pockets  Birmingham,AL
(Birmingham,AL)   
175
     Acora and TSPoetry
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