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Nov 2021
You think I'm typing so you stop.
I think you're writing so I halt.

At the end, it's just the two of us in the room,
Left with so much unspoken.
Ever felt this way?
Aindri
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Aindri  F/Wherever the music is
(F/Wherever the music is)   
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