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There once was a man with a phone
Whose addiction had clearly grown
He checked it all day
And night without delay
But missed life passing by, all alone
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About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
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