if i could count the times
we did the wildest things, i'd
run out of fingers to count.
if i could draw the smiles
that got shared between bells i'd
run out of space on the sky.
if i could replay the calls
and the stupid punchlines that came
i'd spend my whole life listening.
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really deep poem which was not too long but with memories entwined which made it beautiful yet heart- breaking at the end. 
Take care dear for some people, after a while you realize, are just not worth putting so much effort into like Veroniue.
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