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Quaranteen
by Grey Klees

It's dark, and I'm afraid. Afraid that I'll never see the light again, not even at the end. 

I Miss
by Hailey Thomas

The helmet sticks to my brow with sweat

My fingers cling to strips of leather

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Covid Thoughts
by Lara Abreu

Walking outside
Heads turn away as we pass Masks hide our strained smiles Latex covers our hands

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The Green Room
Grey Klees

Theater kids are a bit too loud to mix with the rest of the cafeteria dwellers, so

our fortress is sacred. 

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Mother Flower
 by Jazmin Almeida

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Leaves sprout from brick and mortar/Hitherto they drearily hide

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