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Part six ; were I told her my name and she made it sound like a poem

We called again and again. 

And we talked about everything. 

We talked about molecules

and the universe

and how everything was actually so small, 

we talked about the stars 

and how they were born, 

about they rain 

and about how she loved it so much 

that I could do nothing 

than love the rain too.  

We talked over and over again 

but still I never told her my name.

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Sorry for not updating for so long. Still love you guys and still love writing so I'M BACK :)

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 11, 2016 ⏰

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