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Lockdown
Sound, scrapes silence
behind, layers of gray,
Gracefully moving, sweeping
the face, at halfpast
Dust collects on disheveled
brow, wiped by stained
cotton layers that
prespire
I see a vacant world
that is idle
even the wind breathes
a vacant sigh
Where happiness is not
necessary for survival
Only to smile and comply
I find myself alone
holding hands
with chaos
behind, layers of gray,
Gracefully moving, sweeping
the face, at halfpast
Dust collects on disheveled
brow, wiped by stained
cotton layers that
prespire
I see a vacant world
that is idle
even the wind breathes
a vacant sigh
Where happiness is not
necessary for survival
Only to smile and comply
I find myself alone
holding hands
with chaos
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