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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.

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.

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