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May 2020
At times like this,
amok often reigns in the head
Complaints accompany sleep all day
Revolt to and fro
It's never good from the right
or left ear

Awake when people isolate themselves; dying
Sleep with an effort to escape tendentious thoughts
Perceived briefly in the planning that was never discussed
Missing monologue with swearing and cracking and cursing

Traces and shadows haunt the footsteps
The devil opened the door wide; come on!

Sobs broke out
The children in the soul are no longer heard

April, 2020
Joy Azrouss
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Joy Azrouss  25/M/Indonesia
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