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Jun 16
Long hours pass by, waiting for his text,
All i have on my mind is what will i type next.
Our chats is my nest;
Is this a test?

Oh! Those letters on the screen,
Have the power of saving my sanity.
People say i should keep it as an amenity,
But to my heart its a necessity.

Our hands may never meet,
But my veins have the distance sealed.
Your greeting makes my heart beat;
When i talk to you I've got a skip in my feet.

I'll pray to every god i swear,
To have a minute to spare,
To touch you is my dare,
I love the way you care.

If you leave me my heart will rupture,
Cause you have given my life structure.
I'll be there to nurture;
I'll be there for you.
When love isn't touch but long letters sent at 2 am on a glowing box
Written by
Nicholas scratch  16/M
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