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numbers.


1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

7,387,171,706

74,670,234,673,600

176

29

3

2

1

Simple numbers written in a list. They make little sense without labels. These numbers have no purpose, no home, no label, no what, nothing. Simple numbers.

1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 stars

7,387,171,706 people

74,670,234,673,600 cats

176 nights

29 days

3 words

2 people

1 sempiternity

These numbers start to make sense. they have a purpose, a home, a label, a what, a something. They are not so simple.

I was a simple number. I made little sense. I had no purpose, no home, no label, no what, nothing.

He was not a simple a number, not a number at all, he was a label. My label, my purpose, my home, my what, my everything.

He was a label and I was his number.


 

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