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He passed me his phone with the keypad open, And I reluctantly typed my number, begging for the ear... He passed me his phone with the keypad open, And I reluctantly typed my number,...
Delusional.... Delusional....
The poem shows the bond between soul sisters. The poem shows the bond between soul sisters.
In the caressing arms of the soothing breeze, I sat, gazing the dark sky, In the caressing arms of the soothing breeze, I sat, gazing the dark sky,