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Apr 2020
when will someone finally say
that they LIKE being quarantined?

There must be somebody -
anchorite,
stylite,
monastic,
isolationist,
people who would rather stay six light years
than six feet apart.

Tell me how impossibly far away from me
you want to be, baby;
ooh, yeah, I'm getting unexcited.
Written by
tonylongo  67/Genderqueer/Brooklyn, NY
(67/Genderqueer/Brooklyn, NY)   
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     Miss Ree, Jen, --- and Smothered Divine
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