Birth and Day

Corridor conversing
One pair turns and remembers,
Follow suit.
Though followers never paid much regard,
To sudden jerks and whirls.
“Have a good one” they say;
Yea, I’m looking for just one.
Wonder if numbers meant anything,
Except to count the times they did.
Hands speak louder than hearts,
It only moves with the other;
Saliva stories spit in your face.
Blessed, happy
Birth of death,
On the day I came to life.

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