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Poems
May 2020
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As the avenues, turn to corridors
My air conditioned breath,
saves me from the heat.
As I stare, into the void,
With eyes wide shut,
There is always someone there,
I would like to meet.
Yet I sit alone, and listen restlessly
To the songs play, endlessly on repeat
I am not my thoughts , I am not my beliefs
Thatβs what I think and what I believe
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