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Covid patient

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This thick freezing mist

Lends a heaviness 

To this oft-breathed air.

He was ventilated

For weeks

In the one bed

Whilst life, of a kind,

Continued outside.

It did not matter

How much we cared

We just couldn't be there

With him.

◄ These empty streets

Anna Akhmatova - poet ►

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