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Mar 2020
They sprinkled
the streets in
holy water
and locked the city down
as if it were world war II.
Maybe there is hope
for the city of light
in this world of darkness.
So send your priests,
and send your angels,
and maybe,
just maybe,
we will be alright.
Mitch Prax
Written by
Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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