Gone are the days of shared laughters. Real love already emerged and windup soon! ………. Rubbing the eyes with dried night’s tears. Forcing the self to rise from deluge of dreams. Unfixed hair and slacken self. Are the usual days of a fuddled, muzzy ways. Same mornings, old beds and boring milieu. Same feelings and
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