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This parking lot is usually a mess Now it's empty from me to the sunset Think about my family, hold my breath Wash my hands, play chicken with death Quarantined, watching Community A whole decade flashing in front of me "Somebody said - Be what you'll be" We could be folding socks for eternity Uncertain times, inverted, serpentine Crowds on the beach form in perfect lines I know they like a good time - My Oh My But could ya please stay the **** inside We get half a tantrum, half a choice Refresh my account looking for an invoice Laid on my couch, anchored to your voice Saving throw vs. my life being destroyed
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
Virus Poetry vol. 1: It Could Be Here
This parking lot is usually a mess Now it's empty from me to the sunset Think about my family, hold my breath Wash my hands, play chicken with death Quarantined, watching Community A whole decade flashing in front of me "Somebody said - Be what you'll be" We could be folding socks for eternity Uncertain times, inverted, serpentine Crowds on the beach form in perfect lines I know they like a good time - My Oh My But could ya please stay the **** inside We get half a tantrum, half a choice Refresh my account looking for an invoice Laid on my couch, anchored to your voice Saving throw vs. my life being destroyed
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Ocean-Storm_Bayberry-Moon
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
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