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Oh there's a dry storm, like cold heaves of a breath suddenly stuck in my throat when clad in white in a background bright, a face stares through a screen and at that moment I almost wish for a reverse 'Ring' to happen, wherein after a week I crawl through my screen into your lap, touching that cupid's bow of a lip, held in a hopeful vice-like grip.

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Say one thing about this heart, say it beats for you alone.