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Poetry
Poetry: Pandemic Poetry by Richard LeDue
Restless Don’t know the point of 1 AM anymore, the dead are still silent, while I’m more frightened by whispers…
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Restless Don’t know the point of 1 AM anymore, the dead are still silent, while I’m more frightened by whispers…
Read More »A Laugh by Yash Seyedbagheri The bars close down. The virus. So, I have my own drinking night. I line up…
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