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How long is a minute?

How long is a minute?
How do you count the agony of waiting for the time to keep on ticking ..

Tick ..
Tock ..

That bloody 60 ticking ..
Just for me to received a 'beep' ..

And ..
How can a text message can make my lips smiling for the whole day.
There must be some enchanted spell that you put there.

Although,
I must admit that vodoo thing is not suitable with the digital technology nowadays

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How can just a single hello can just break all my fences down?
And how a glimpse of your smile can throw me back to the moon?

Irrational

.. yet true.

Yet, you tiptoe into my head every single time and jump in my dream every single night.

Even I, won't even expect that an angel could do the same.

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How do you spell love?
How do you put it down on just a simple 4 letter words?


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How you torture me ..
.. to keep on being hungry ..

for another minute .
for another beep.
for another hello.
for another four-letter words.


- somewhere on end of 2018 - 

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