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May 2020
They said it's Quarantine time,
I say it's your time to be seen.
You can't move until the storm calms,
Search your inside for that charm.
It's time to work on your dreams,
When you hear your soul scream.
It's the silence before the storm,
Don't be that earthworm.
It has begun the survival of the best,
Keep everything in your chest.
Show the world what you got,
Blow the world with that knock.
Bring out the zest,
Wearing your kevlar vest.
Written by
Danish Issac  22/M/Muscat, Oman
(22/M/Muscat, Oman)   
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