The Night Before Quarantine
Peace breezy night skies that fills the air. Working night shift scrambling through your pockets looking for bus fare. The moon comes out and gives a warning. Now it’s setting behind the clouds because here comes morning. Breaking news, the coronavirus landed from a airplane, an invisible enemy now sitting on the runway. Few weeks later the world is now in cages. This all change rapidly after the night before quarantine.
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