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Oh, my affection! Can you perceive me?

Yes am asking you….

Now days you don’t text me

But I… Yes that is very awkward…

Awful! Ashamed! Ashamed!Ashamed!

I have no patience, my love

I just want you then why…

Why you deceive me?

Have you any answer…

Days are passing over, nights are laughing,

Keys are quarreling each and the glasses are crying.

Suddenly the cell blinked;

And quit forever…

No!!! Those days are ended,

When I beg for my feign;

Would you tell me why should I…

I forget it, I forget you

But the hungry inbox is still waiting

The keys got squeezed,

The finger resembling; saying how are you?

How are you, my love,

The word never placed in your mind;

Ever you ask yourself?

Whether you reveal me or own my Love???