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Lockdown Day 2679643578655

I ask myself so many questions,

asking the opinion of the empty air around me,

but there is no answer,

just mocking echoes,

making light of my darkness.

I remember the sound of a voice that is sweet to my ears,

a kiss that is sweet to my tongue,

the familiar trail of his lips and his fingers,

lingers on my lonely skin,

a lifetime away,

except for the hours when I dream,

that always seem to pass like seconds.

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