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Jan 2021
The question is:
“Are people still collecting
memories, these days?”

"This isolation
isn't bothering me much.”
I say, if I'm asked.

But I’m not sure that’s
true. After hundreds of nights
of dull solitude.

I think each night might
carry a value - of dear,
and unmeasured loss.

Loss of memories
- because they never happened.
How have we all changed?
We're in the forever dull days, with their dull ways.
Anais Vionet
Written by
Anais Vionet  20/F/U.S.
(20/F/U.S.)   
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