Most likely, three.

You don't know?

Me neither

All I want to do

is hold your hand

and tell you it's

going to be alright

for once

know that I can

keep the feeling of

warmth and comfort

guaranteed with arms

your arms

wrapped around my body

the knowledge of

limited happiness wears at

my heart and my brain

I can't read your mind

I know you're walking steady

while tripping over your

own feet

your skin and soul

and bones and mind

mixed with the

the circle of your being

add up to an odd number

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