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Quaranxiety, by Melissa Calderon-Rougié

It’s been 30 or 40 days At this point what’s the difference An hour more a minute less The silence sticks to me like a wool sweater, hot and uncomfortable Bubbling over with every thought Every doubt all competing in … Continue reading

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