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From a thousand trees

came nine hundred tears.

When they broke down

and I smoked their ashes.

From seven hundred nights                   

I kept remembering one.

The one with six hundred tears

fallen from my eyelashes

For five hundred days

I kept waiting here alone

with only four hundred words

from which I remembered one

After three hundred hours

I took two hundred pills

who were removed by ten,

and left me to be a no one.

And when hundred came,

I forgot to count further.

Because night's where longer,

then a million days in the sun.

But I remember the feeling

your looks and your smile

and after days of counting,

you're still the only one.