Poem 18

Seven Fingers
You live 1000 lives by 20… and im 20 and a half
There are seven fingers on the dead man,
But that isn’t why hes dead
Think about everything you ever said…
And wanted to take back.
Im sorry but you cant and hes still dead
God made the world in seven days.
That might be because he only had seven fingers.
You aren’t supposed to remember what happens
Before you know all the details. The seven years you cant remember
Are the years god could count you on his hands.

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