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Forced Shadows
What’s to make of this cloud we call a virus?
Living inside still if anything more time to practice.
Meeting would be nearly impossible in times like this.
What if you have it?
The longer one stays alone is more time to morph into something super.
Why is it as soon as we’re not suppose to you crave?
True to myself I’ll take good morals to the grave.
Like you know that a new leaf is turned over here too.
Fear instilled by this thing we can’t see a magnified flu.
Trapped now but know that I still want to see you.
Living inside still if anything more time to practice.
Meeting would be nearly impossible in times like this.
What if you have it?
The longer one stays alone is more time to morph into something super.
Why is it as soon as we’re not suppose to you crave?
True to myself I’ll take good morals to the grave.
Like you know that a new leaf is turned over here too.
Fear instilled by this thing we can’t see a magnified flu.
Trapped now but know that I still want to see you.
Published 23rd Mar 2020
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23rd Mar 2020 1:31am
Imagine people whose weddings have been cancelled. . .
Everything has been turned upside down, but hopefully it's shaking the dust and debri out, and once upright again, it will be cleaner than ever before. Don't hold back how you feel for someone, not now.
Everything has been turned upside down, but hopefully it's shaking the dust and debri out, and once upright again, it will be cleaner than ever before. Don't hold back how you feel for someone, not now.
23rd Mar 2020 1:38am
