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you spoke with a voice of sadness,
cloudy on a chilly spring day.
I wanted to hold you like family,
a closeness that is earned not expected.
I hear you more than I ever thought
I could in a quarantined kind of world.
There are so many wandering souls
Lifted and tangled—you are not alone.
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