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Feb 2016
I log on after a few days,
With the slightest hope,
That someone might be thinking about me,
On this very day.

How wrong was I about her?
She, who I thought had changed,
She was the only one to think about me today.

Maybe as a friend,
But a thought is a thought,
And sometimes,
A thought is enough to make you smile..
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Vid  Bangalore
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