Ringtone..

Few?

My pages..

Few,

Of yours..

We filled,

everyday..

Blank,

Has been..

Since..

This book,

Takes,

Two Authors..

Us..

Fights, yes..

But a day,

Not without,

knowing..

Distance,

But known..

Unlike..

Wish,

I just..

Could tell..

And ask..

To fill..

Worried,

Like always..

With reduced,

Just the sight..

But,

Who'll convey..

Waiting,

For that,

Same…

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