~12 o'clock~

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Afternoon,

head on the table

phone buzzing,

friends video calling.

Not ready with this face,

so camera off

and listen to their voice.

Guys fixing their hair,

girls just there.

Music playing at the background,

I don't know whose.

Feels like we are there

in a room together.

In our very own world

but still wants to be together.

When will this untouchable crisis be gone?

And than we could be us again.

But sadly it'll never be the same anymore.

                                                                                       Zesi__

A/N : You are alive and you are doing great!!!

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