Thinking hard
All the time
Ideas are conceived
But they behave like the friends of facebook
Very abrupt and disconnected
While I am in the move
They are prominent
When I am on the potty
Or on the bed
I stand up
They started to become faint
When I put down them
Like of any wife
They lost their charm
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