Nothing here.
Nothing there.
Still trapped in covid air.
Nothing outside anymore that i can't seem to bare.
Nothing but time and space.
All the streets are empty with no stare.
Nothing but loneliness in the air.
Nothing going on this summer and no fairs.
The grocery stores has nothing but stares.
No one seems to care.
No one, nothing.
Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing.
A poem about nothing.
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