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Cliché..

I took a walk heading towards your house
But I refrained my steps just at the entry
Tried to dial your number
But stopped myself mid way.

I slide into your social media page
Saw your pictures 
Your perfect smile
Then I left without replying your DM

How do you understand?
A little bit of low and high.


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