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I wash my hands as the Rome burns to the ground I smoke a cigarette at the balcony as the city goes in lockdown my city my city It's a ghost-town. my people my people I am lost without.
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 7:40 PM UTC
a poem in time of Pandemic
I wash my hands as the Rome burns to the ground I smoke a cigarette at the balcony as the city goes in lockdown my city my city It's a ghost-town. my people my people I am lost without.
Hamad
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22/M/Pakistan
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 7:40 PM UTC
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