First you text; Then I will text;
Texted you many times before;
Never returned one; Not checking the balances;
You don’t like it. You don’t like questions.
You are the question.
You said, you don’t like to be texted;
You don’t seem to be listening;
But your voice is heard beyond the oceans;
Never seemed to be in vicinity;
But invisibly visible;
Still, why don’t you text?
There is a big problem;
I am the text; Take me into your hands.
We started the texts.
Let us dance. No more texts.
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