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On a day like this; difficult to forget. My thoughts; bored, intertwined, and confused. My eyes; illusioned. Displaying a fictitious film. Strange! My ears enjoy; my heart races. A blurring siren; adrenaline music. I'm afraid; my thoughts look calm. Strange; my eyes watch and watch repeatedly. My fingers, slender, slither on the cold bars. The show, sad; my eye tears yet the other, remains strong; refuses to sympathise Strange; my neighbour was anonymous. Our freedom; stolen by COVID, Lockdowns isolated us; bored and hopeful. Watching sky-high demarcations Steal our hope.
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Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 10:59 AM UTC
Lockdown
On a day like this; difficult to forget. My thoughts; bored, intertwined, and confused. My eyes; illusioned. Displaying a fictitious film. Strange! My ears enjoy; my heart races. A blurring siren; adrenaline music. I'm afraid; my thoughts look calm. Strange; my eyes watch and watch repeatedly. My fingers, slender, slither on the cold bars. The show, sad; my eye tears yet the other, remains strong; refuses to sympathise Strange; my neighbour was anonymous. Our freedom; stolen by COVID, Lockdowns isolated us; bored and hopeful. Watching sky-high demarcations Steal our hope.
IssthatGuyA
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25/M/Bulawayo, Zimbabwe
Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 10:59 AM UTC
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