They had been solitary for years and had become a hermit. The combination of Lockdown…
I said the wrong lineI’m mad at myselfI’m misunderstoodI’m weird, they can tell
I.You bring me to your country.I play as tourist.Each time I return,mine is a language…
I
The north-easterly wind
tell me what hit — hip dip- -drift pity--pit you…
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