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Apr 2020
Cause its miles in between
But I've never been good at judging distance
So far when I've lived with em
So **** close two towns over
In a state spread out
And in a spread out state
Would've walked it a minute ago
But I've settled for settling and gotten in the habit
Now the world is getting sick anyways
and curfew is consistent like
We waiting for sirens singing
So I type and type as rage against
The collective connector
The great introducer
I just hope we get off our phones
When we finally get to hang
Written by
Chris  26/M/Vermont
(26/M/Vermont)   
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