nudge from unknown source
touch tip of my resting heart
it could be sign of sleep call
somebody is thinking of me
could be a friend or enemy
but this time it doesn't matter
i spend my weekend frugally
i did not visit malls close by
i have a dinner with my family
they were so happy to hear
my stories but not theirs, why
rubbing brain tips, much friction
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