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Oct 11
There's no appealing the sentence - with our virus destroyer.
There's no appealing the sentence - I checked with our lawyer.
There's no appealing the sentence - to this prison-like experience.

When my alarm goes off it's ground-hog day.
How long can we all go on this way?
I scream into my pillow so to not cause alarm.
This virus lock-down has lost all of its charms.
this lock-down has shot-down so many dreams
Anais Vionet
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Anais Vionet  17/F/U.S.
(17/F/U.S.)   
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