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Jul 2017
Technology at first were our voices and feelings. Till we lived and moved on. Now our voice dies in distance. A step out in the new days and all I long is you. Days to weeks and I can not wait no more. I seek your presence and calmed touch , just abit. Is that to much? How do I live and breathe when you're not here. Teach me this blissful life and I'll train in and out yet perfection lies within you.
If this is not clear then we'll it's about two people when they met the phone was there link then they moved on to talking less on the phone and more face to face but they don't see each other a lot so the less the spoke on the phone the more the one person died inside
Moeshfiekah
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Moeshfiekah  19/F/Cape town
(19/F/Cape town)   
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