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Fear is the real virus.

Who will close the last door?
A virus brings you in prison.
But fear is the real disease,
Panic and Hysteria 
Cause all the symptoms.
It gives the powerful more power
And the lonely ones
More loneliness.
Isolation is not healthy,
Fears just make us sick.
Go out and live,
Don't read the news
And you will stay healthy.

©️ By Magical whispers 

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End Of Days

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Ends Of Days

 

The fact that I’m quite anti-social

Is a blessing in dark times like these

When you’re treated like a pariah

If you develop a cough or a sneeze

When they’re telling us to wash our hands

And not just after we pee

When I’ve been doing that for years

Because of my OCD

 

I’m also a bit of a hoarder

It’s always been one of my goals

To ensure I have ...

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Red Cross Training

Yesterday I fell in love with a face.
Only for five minutes or so:
Wholly inappropriate, I know -
an excess of emotion displaced
while I tried my best to make you safe
as I had been taught to do.

I found you lying on the floor,
an empty bottle as a clue:
You did pretend-coma so well,
as you had being chest-stabbed just before.
But as I practised faux first aid -
lifted your young chin t...

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Old

Are We Home?
Today I Woke-Up, 
Scared Seeping Out The Ears.
Can’t I Shut Up?
Hushed Sounds Of Tragic, 
Time’s Silent Casket.

Are We Old?
Got My Paper Bag, Today,
To Catch The Static
Running On My Chest Like Fire Ants.
We Could Fuck It Up On Purpose.
Even Never Dying Gets Too Old.

Are We Home?
He’s Making Room
While Creeping Around.
 

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The Sky Reflects Our Labours

Who can identify the town that is the primary focus of this lament?

 

The Sky Reflects Our Labours


Her calloused hands and tired eyes,

are grey and wet and green and steely;

her gaze is stoic, and often flinty

at the JobCentre counter, as her future dies.


 

The grey-blue smoking ramparts march,

graven beyond the terracotta houses;

their Wellsian vision of War arou...

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Conspiracy Imagined...close to heart,it remembers.

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Its 5:30 in the morning after locking up I'm trying to get back to sleep,then I start to think. I wonder if there's such a thing as conspiracies in real life.I don't mean like huge political conspiracies or celebrity deaths etc , I'm talking about elaborate lies ordinary people tell,normal families And the extreme measures they go to ,in order to cover it up. Ok so we have heard about finding o...

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