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Time shifts, your hope screams;
Quarantine your love, your dreams.
Weep for the unseen.
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Time shifts, your hope screams;
Quarantine your love, your dreams.
Weep for the unseen.
More stories from Annie Bloom and writers in Poets and other communities.
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