• p_sh_nt 5w

    Death

    Even in the lap of nature,
    today is the fear of death.
    Even the dark room looks lovely now.
    I was shy, in the crowd of strangers.
    Now even around the friends, I'm scared.
    Whether it is a pandemic or a pretense of humanity.
    Even standing under the open sky is short of breath.
    Really, even in the openness of nature, there is the cause of death.
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