Jet
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This extended virus isolation certainly isn't natural
Like Mozart’s Cherubino, I know nothing of love
but I am waiting on the runway, idling like a jet
I am burning my composure
I am inviting trouble
I have hidden gifts
and a steely will
Copyright © Anais Vionet | Year Posted 2020
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