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The alarm has stopped ringing And, I want to get out I want to smell the white dahlias And see the blooming Bougainville But I got to hold tight For it won't be right. Morning stroll has taken a troll For god's sake, I am bored at home Doing nothing has become an ideal chore And now, I feel like fat Thor. What situation is this When the air is right But we haven't earned the celebration right I miss those gleaming laughter therapies But I won't risk my family hierarchy My hands are trembling; My eyes are dim and white But I manage to pull through a smile for those at the frontline... ~NIKITA MANSINGHKA
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 3:42 PM UTC
For those at the frontline
The alarm has stopped ringing And, I want to get out I want to smell the white dahlias And see the blooming Bougainville But I got to hold tight For it won't be right. Morning stroll has taken a troll For god's sake, I am bored at home Doing nothing has become an ideal chore And now, I feel like fat Thor. What situation is this When the air is right But we haven't earned the celebration right I miss those gleaming laughter therapies But I won't risk my family hierarchy My hands are trembling; My eyes are dim and white But I manage to pull through a smile for those at the frontline... ~NIKITA MANSINGHKA
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 3:42 PM UTC
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