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Just a crumpled paper,
Inked with
few words,
She put
it
Close to
her rib-cage
And
struggled with
Entanglements,
‘
'These Y-generation kids
would never
able to decipher
Handwritten
letters’.
She glared at wet paper again
Whispering
name,
Sense of
belonging,
Warmth of
memories and
Hidden
promises—
touched
her misty
eyes.
‘Email?
Mere cold
love.