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Nov 2020
The delivery guy’s at the door
Must’ve brought what I ordered, or
Maybe this time a virus along with it
An attempted ******, so legit
The New Normal is at the least
The freaking ghost at the feast
It is still up to me. Totally my call
Opening the door, not knowing at all
Whether it is the death waiting outside
Or just the milk delivered where I reside
Written by
labyrinth  53/M/Istanbul
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