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May 2020
in quarantine locked is the mind
never free,
when the body enslaved

you think,
you are free to dispute
this contention

or so you think...

but when you write of your current condition,
understand you’ve lost in thinking winning
the body|mind a single singularity, so
when you smack your head against the Fifth wall,
desperate to believe, concede to conceive that
no in Hindi, same in any language, caged body
is pleased to misdirect, dress up yes, but my elder
wisdom, has read Monte Cristo, and no matter how
you count, until free in both organs,

you can’t count as far asΒ Β 1,
the nomenclature of unity.
Written by
sunrain afternoon  one of the Dakotas
(one of the Dakotas)   
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     ---, Imran Islam, gianna marie, vb, TIZZOP and 4 others
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