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Apr 2020
my eyes begin to close
once the sunrise i've seen

i eat nothing or everything
my weight on a trampoline

i'm quickly running out
of things to try, fix and clean

is it sunday? thursday?
maybe somewhere in between

who knew i'd hate school
even more, through a screen

i don't think i can get used to
this covid-19 routine

04.07.20
i really do not want to graduate on zoom
efni
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