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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
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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