Fuck fire season
And the chaos it breeds in,
Demolishing towns in a matter of hours,
And we hope to escape its deadly grasp,
But if the fires doesn't kill you
The smoke surly will.
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Friday, August 21st (159th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
