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Oct 2020
From the jacket on my back to the shoes that I walk in,
I got nothing
From the dreams that guide my day to the reality that makes it sway,
I got nothing
To the wind that touches my skin and to know thats all that's been,
Still,
I got nothing

When do I start again to feel that I have a purpose
This world pandemic and its claws with this killer virus
Just to wake up and to feel again normality
To hold and touch a strangers hand
Not to feel it a vulgarity

#nobodywantsthisnewnormal

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  44/M/Cambridge
(44/M/Cambridge)   
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