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The winds of change

Are blowing

We need to hear them sing

Open up and listen

To alarm bells as they ring

Learn from this experience

Like we never did before

This virus isn't kidding

It's already gone to war

Casualties are many

No-one wants a million more!
Stay Inside
 Mar 2020 Max Neumann
fika
why is it so hard to love
what you hate

learn to love
what you hate.
self love is hard
 Mar 2020 Max Neumann
Luna Maria
your tears have been
watering your flowers

you became such a
beautiful garden
growth is not a linear proces <3
 Mar 2020 Max Neumann
rk
stolen
 Mar 2020 Max Neumann
rk
red wine
stained our lips,
with clumsy hands
tracing moonlight
on your skin.
our love got sweeter
with each stolen kiss
and in those moments
i knew,
i would follow you
to any ruin.
- all i could breathe was you.
 Mar 2020 Max Neumann
Empire
Damaged
 Mar 2020 Max Neumann
Empire
I want to tell you
What’s in my head
This entire other world
The constant droning of voices
The screaming and thrashing within

But if I did
If I did...

You’d never look at me the same
I’d be broken to you
Damaged

I know that I am...
But I just...
I can’t let you see me like that
 Mar 2020 Max Neumann
Noorulain
I watched the fabric,
Recording the time.
And counted the memories
Stitched line by line.
inspiration: a still life painting
His eyes met hers
and then he knew
it was checkmate.
 Mar 2020 Max Neumann
Annika J
alone
 Mar 2020 Max Neumann
Annika J
i wish you were here
to dry my tears
but because you're gone
my tears flow on
i hate this whole pandemic. i hate having to be separated from everyone
 Mar 2020 Max Neumann
Ken Pepiton
The fans say, talk about tomorrow, we got time
today.

Tell us, tell ye us, old bald head, in all yer teleosity,

what's next? -

A growl, from the old man being ingnored.

Watchathank,
old man, can these bone live? lieve?

Were there structions, in form of datadatading ****

signals
alarms
calls to arms, not carnal,

weapons of a meeker sort, peace at any price sorta

weapons,
hand to hand hand grenades, in the spirit.

There was war, in heaven, yeh,
I remember that trip.

We lived the dream, this is the future.
We won. I keep saying that, like a robot.
Part of my epic 2020 multidimensional novel take on tech beyond our ken, its a million years from now trope, I'm caught in
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