22/7, Almost

Pi is a vast irregular sequence that has every number within it – each weekend we slept together, each forecast of weather, the smell on your neck between stale sweat and heather – all refusing to stop somewhere nicely. Pi is a number that we can’t take lightly – can’t ignore like the heartbeats we so stifle nightly that one day you’ll wake up choking on your throw-up. It’s somewhere in pi – it’s somewhere I know it.

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~ by perfectionatrix on April 27, 2011.

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