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Mar 2020
Driven over my soul
Fear takes hold
It may pursue
But I know
I'll pull through
For just today
A trend that goes off and on
In sight at all times
Can't dive underwater
Away from it all
No matter the posture
Galactical forces decree it shall be
Time of sorrow
Hour of panic
Yet it's the minute to confess:
We've barely begun to transmute.
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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