The need to relate
Desire to create
And what is gone now
Can never return
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Covid-19
"When the Covid-19 fiasco happening, I watched society become more and
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When he came down, they said nothing
No hugs and kisses, no congratulations
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Murder By Numbers
The need to relate
Desire to create
And what is gone now
Can never return
Fires that burn
Flames that take away.
Murderer am I
Act of demonics
Killing the baby
They say I aborted
Yes and I negated
Pieces of tissue
Nothing not a life breathing
Sign the line here
Fine by me
Was not a heart beating
I did just fine
Comfortable with the reckoning
Not my bag of skin
I was fine
No regrets
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