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May 2020
Were the pancakes,
       and corona

is the syrup

lets spread it like
we eating out..

And were lungs are burnt...

I'll never eat out...


But ill wash my hands
           every time your
  cough pops up...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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     Poetic T and Imran Islam
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