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Ever find that numbers matter?
One is always unique
And Two is always special
Making Three, just good

But when things become regular
People get used to them
And things are no longer,
Good, special, and unique

It seems everything
Becomes over used now
and then, Depleted
Kind of lose their meanings

They say “I love you”, once
“I love you”, twice
“I love you”, yet again.
And next, “I love everyone”

And all of the sudden,
what is supposed to be
the strongest of feelings
lose all original meanings

But it also seems some-
things are also preserved
No matter how many times I see
it, Your smile always makes me smile

Miles C.

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