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The time to feel alive
We drank to remember
We drank to forget
But most of all
We drank to feel alive
It was not at all a time
For lively celebration
But one for contemplation
Grinding out the days
To live through this occasion
Hiding behind our curtains
A peak at the world outside
Frightened and lonely
Wedded to the bride Isolation.
Friday 8th May 2020 10:15 am
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