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Jun 2016
Now
There's a lens to my eye,
There's a filter to my ear;
There's a seal on my mouth,
And a mask on my face.

There's patience in my mind,
But frost bites in my heart;
It feels a little lonelier,
And yet a little safer.
timothy
Written by
timothy  mumbai
(mumbai)   
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