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Apr 2020
-Everything is still.
-The world stopped.
-Your breath is grey,
-And your soul too.
-The chains are weakening.
-In a day or two they'll break,
I'm sure of it.

-What color do you think the sky is today?
-I don't know.
I miss you so.
Noa Adler
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Noa Adler  20/F
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   Berenice, Fawn and Cloudydaze
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