All.

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Two. One. Nine. Fourty. Zero.

The deafening sound of heartbeats, the silence of unfamiliarity – the memory of belonging, or perhaps just taking it all in. And it was like stargazing from the heart of the city; watching the sky and never knowing which of the celestial lights were truly there. But the moon, oh the moon! The heart and soul of my universe, oh why does your heart stray? One moment I see your face, and another you’re hidden and gone. Hide and seek, they call it so, with words adrift like memories old – in times of youth where my heart was, a game of old and forever so.

Questions, perhaps, questions will be – the truth of life until you see. Long it has waited, and with breaths a-bated; just two hundred of his percentages, thrown into a game for the ages. The stakes incredible, the worlds a blur, but yet here the future slows – into a moment – bets are closed. An eternity had passed, before the call could last. Hands off, alas – and do it fast – hope it’s a blast you’re having with this cast; for if you’ve lost it would be all – just like your past.

Three. Two and a half. Seventeen. Ten.

Defiant is he, he’ll always be – with naught a regret in memory. Two hundred of his percentages given freely, to cause that simply, he finds truly worthy.

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