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Trains don't run Planes don't fly Cars & buses come to borders and reverse I'm bumping into myself trying to tell her I miss her Films are lame Music's bland art is feeble & inert and none of the books on my shelf can make me forget that I miss her City's bare shops are closed someone's getting reimbursed I await the government's help since I've declared that I miss her Flat is clean dinner's cooked and this hangover is a curse Now that I've allowed myself beyond all hope to miss her
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
A declaration
Trains don't run Planes don't fly Cars & buses come to borders and reverse I'm bumping into myself trying to tell her I miss her Films are lame Music's bland art is feeble & inert and none of the books on my shelf can make me forget that I miss her City's bare shops are closed someone's getting reimbursed I await the government's help since I've declared that I miss her Flat is clean dinner's cooked and this hangover is a curse Now that I've allowed myself beyond all hope to miss her
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
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