Indigo house we go

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Such a beautiful occasion
For a such wonderful
And I do mean
Great weather
The birds are singing
The sun is shining
All is well
But for outside isn't
A plague
A type of punishment
Cast upon us
As if we were children bewildered
Into the world
Being just as born
As a newborn
Boring into the world
Spewed with hate and conflict
Over and over
Like a repeating record
That has been left on
Plugged into a socket
One that doesn't exist
Like the fear of this ending quarantine
That desperately needs to happen
For life can not be seen
Out of this dirty window
For once again
I have no cleaned

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