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There was a time...

There was a time we use talk...
Texting through the day and
Passing the nights by long sweet and romantic walk..
Those were the days i remember still..
Details of her beauty I used to fill !

For the first time when she shook my hand..
It was like the storm hitting..
The calm land...
Unaware of the destruction...
The man was happy to see someone else..
Other than that thing at his waist..
Called as gun !