A mediocre
You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.
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She walked into rain
I and she were strolling on the road holding hand each other.
She- May I hold this umbrella?
I- I can hold baby.
She- No Sweet heart, you will be feeling numbness in your hand. Give me please.
I was shrugging my shoulder for her but with that, she walked into the rain and didn't look back.
She- May I hold this umbrella?
I- I can hold baby.
She- No Sweet heart, you will be feeling numbness in your hand. Give me please.
I was shrugging my shoulder for her but with that, she walked into the rain and didn't look back.
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