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Mar 2020
It's funny to think
that I once liked this room.
It was so... *****, comfortable.
But now that I cannot leave,
all the comfort shrivels
into ringing pain.

All my decorations and trappings
vanish
to reveal nothing but padded walls
Written from quarantine, with nowhere to go, and no one to care
R J Coman
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R J Coman  21/Genderqueer/Wisconsin
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