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Nov 2020
I was awakened through out the night
It wasn't anxiety
It wasn't nausea
It was waves of horror

The pandemic
The fires and the apocalyptic skies
The hurricanes
One after another
The Donald Trumps for which
There is no medication
For the cultures that go psychotic.

Sleep waves of horror
Wake up.
Sjr1000
Written by
Sjr1000  Humboldt County Ca.
(Humboldt County Ca.)   
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