we were all children once
welcome to all of you welcome to here
It feels like dancing with a blindfold on
a stone is just a momentary getting together of sand
alone but not lonely isolated but not separate closed but not finished
We might feel a bit less hardened We might feel a bit more free
There was finally something real to be afraid of There was finally no reason to fear
the new abnormal is groundless yet deeply rooted in place where we shelter
long ago ancient humans left echoes of their existence with ghost prints
may the neighbour you never knew become your confidante
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