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Eerie silence Desolate streets Hounding distances All seem to creep. Magnified by solitude Ineptness of humans marred Lives forever scarred Joie de vivre seemingly barred. No fires No screams No gun battle Or damaged seams Just the unseen enemy silently gleams. Is this the end? Alone with no one to mourn With fear and anger Raging inside But a look of uneasy calm on the OUTSIDE.
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
Is It the End
Eerie silence Desolate streets Hounding distances All seem to creep. Magnified by solitude Ineptness of humans marred Lives forever scarred Joie de vivre seemingly barred. No fires No screams No gun battle Or damaged seams Just the unseen enemy silently gleams. Is this the end? Alone with no one to mourn With fear and anger Raging inside But a look of uneasy calm on the OUTSIDE.
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
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