Heavy Numbers Poem by Alexander Foald

Heavy Numbers



One, you got my eyes
Two, you got my age
Three, you got my phone numbers

Four, you got my lips
Five, you got your hands on my chest
Six, you got me off my underwear

Seven, you got my virginity
Eight, you got us being lovey-dovey
Nine, you got me crying badly

Ten, ..you got something. I’m pregnant.

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