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Poem

Now one second seems to be one hour,
One minute one day
And one day one year.

You told you would remain busy for a whole week;
I got dumb like a piece of stone
Because I knew one week means seven years.

Still I will wait for you.
I will wait till the end of the week.
I will wait until the doomsday comes.
I will wait
Because I have nothing to do
But to wait for you.

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