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Covid killed me in 2021 #BIAY

Echoes of generations past like Urquelle to Urkel,
Old words made new with meanings I never knew
With the gentility of that loving single uncle,
The words in my ears were morning sun, gentle dew

She will rise

The guardian’s hand’s the butcher’s tool,
And kisses fade to bruises too
And love’s embrace to bitter jail
Why’s fear around the love that was?


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