It takes 21 days to make
Or break a habit, they say.
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Day 1
The vivid evocations of past
Are still fresh as grass, green
Eyes projecting glimpses of you
It's an unforgettable scene.

Day 7
The conjunctions are still strong
Phrases are left without a clue
The heart still skips a beat
Just by the name of you.

Day 15
The sunsets have lost their touch
Nights are still sleepless
Time did heal the outside
But inside is still a mess.

Day 21
Forgetting someone eventually
Turns out to be a myth
Words fail to express the agony
Despite being a wordsmith.

Her hapiness is the only thing
For what I pray.
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It takes 21 days to make
Or break a habit, they say.


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