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Apr 2020
We used to go out and play
But now we have to stay
Stay in these walls
And it calls
Calls me to the dark of the room
And all I want to do is bloom
Bloom out into the great outdoors
But the little voice in my head roars
Roars at me to stay
Instead of play
Quarantine edition ✌🏻
Avia Stone
Written by
Avia Stone  18/F
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