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Mar 2020
As I write this poem,
I feel pain at all.
As I type the sorrows of odds,
Internal locust is on call.

As I close my eyes
Dark past haunts me the most
As the time goes by
My heart trembles, not fall.

Tomorrow might be another day
But I will choose to stay away.
Inspired by the covid 19 social distancing
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