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Apr 2020
Freedom is in bed.

It remains inside, the inconsequential meadow

Blooming nonsense in it's head

A chamber of inconsistent echo

Its been long since when this mister heard hello

Well over zoom or facetime or skype I suppose...

I think all those aren't the same I prefer real life

But who am I to complain?

I just wanna see your nose wrinkle.
A story of life in lockdown
Written by
Alex Houlton
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