not something usual
Not something ordinary
I am not clingy
I am not clingy
I do not hang around
clinging on like this
Clearly this is clearly not something I adore
not something familiar
But something exciting, perhaps?
I am not clingy
I am not clingy
I do not hang around
clinging on like this
But you make me so
Who is to be blamed?
The birds? Sky? Rain? The air perhaps?
May this inexplicable phenomenon continues to unravel more exciting journey ahead
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