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n floats in through my open window to catch me unaware drowning in my fantasies of trysts with the spring queen “Maybe this is a dream!” says my indomitable human spirit but the world is on lockdown and I don’t believe in fake news.</p></article></body>

lockdown

you call it a sad poem. i call it quarantine.

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every day is exactly the same the streets are empty the sun floats in through my open window to catch me unaware drowning in my fantasies of trysts with the spring queen “Maybe this is a dream!” says my indomitable human spirit but the world is on lockdown and I don’t believe in fake news.

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