Ten Ten by Zack Jot

On two tens through green lenses I see a million moments at once

I could fill volumes with nothing but that which lies between two of that shorthand’s returns

One day turns to two turns to seven and here I am, back again 

I couldn’t tell heaven from Earth on a night like this

and every single second is a night like this

I wish I would treat them as such

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