Miss you
Seven simple numbers
and I could hear your voice
It's all I want right now
but my fingers are frozen
on the last digit
and I could hear your voice
It's all I want right now
but my fingers are frozen
on the last digit
"A Poet is a nightinggale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds" - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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A Blogger is a woodpecker, who sits in the light emanating from his computer monitor and pecks at keys to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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