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It is now. The call of unknown.

When─ you were taking lovers,

By genetic accident─ I fall in your way.

After a─ good shower, moon was

What would you seek from the collection─

Will you wait for me till the moon parts the clouds

Eating circles in the sky I ask you to step outside

Read me a poem. The lightening has touched again─

Have not written a single word today, for you.

After the prank call, the death returns to room q