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Revelations
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Revelations
'Tis be the ill that spread and kill that plagues our will,
Enclose us all behind our wall where lives now stall,
Hands round the clocks measure our walks subdue small talks,
Affects worldwide still, we abide naught much outside,
Sarcastic skies o'er moans and cries as lives still dies,
Face mask now styles covers all smiles test our trials,
Naught offer chance for love's advance into romance,
Time found we spare with those we share and often care,
As time, march on all lives withdrawn from dusk till dawn,
Till cure is found, we hold our ground, linked chains, and bound.
2020 August 23
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