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Jun 2020
Oh, absent one, I miss you.
Darling, an empty place awaits you.
Thrushes chirp their dissatisfaction in
the garden as I doze with boredom.
I send my well wishes from a distance.

Oh, absent one, my digital ghost.
You're here when I call but not here.
I brush my hair with discontent, I
eat bitter, lonely meals to stay alive.
I send my love from a distance.
a short corona virus free verse poem about isolation
Anais Vionet
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Anais Vionet  21/F/U.S.
(21/F/U.S.)   
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