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Dec 2020
I may not travel again
I may not even work

Curious conversation
With the gift shop clerk

I like the silence most of the time
But then there comes the fear

I call my loved ones clingingly
Ah! Their voices in my ear

It's very hard to imagine
To forever disappear

I am also ambiguous
Not pure. Not now. Not here.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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