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#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,

There was none,
at these darkest nights,
Except for the darkest lord,
peeping through the windows of the soul.

Looking at him,
By my window side,
I try to scream,
or reach my better half..

I hear his snoring sounds,
filling up the vaccum,
But all I could do is,
stare and whine at death,
who was peeping through the windows.

When...