Call MeA Poem by Visions of Chudear OyualThe moment We met Is stuck in my head Your friend said you asked for my number So I know you’re thinking about me Since your friend won’t give it to you You don’t know What to do So the decision is up to me To make a move Or come back After all there is no way You can ever get my contact I choose to give you the gift You’ve been wishing for Which are the digits to my number For whatever reason you’d be calling for © 2025 Visions of Chudear Oyual |
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1 Review Added on October 20, 2025 Last Updated on October 20, 2025 AuthorVisions of Chudear OyualCanadaAboutWhat can I say about myself that doesn't make it sound like I am signing up for a dating app... I am enthralled by creative expression in all it's forms in which It realizes itself. I am using writers.. more.. |

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