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There is something so utterly Nauseating about verses We are seeking comfort in, the poetry About staying in and growing (as a person, mind you, we still like our girls size zero) while other feel their breathe drowning in lungs Its a peculiar phenomenon My mother wakes me with a news Article telling me a thousand people died and continues to put geeta dutt on, I see masks and alcohol and so much fucking poetry, people singing, dancing, crying about being alone but waking up next day To make some coffee And writing papers about death, We are living in curious time, people Say with glee and proceed talking About venetians unable to breathe, There are verses being written about Love and fondness of the Heart growing as we torn apart But there are screens Being used till the break of dawn And more people dying And new statistics and so so so many Sane people talking about the Numbers rising, its reached seven hundred thousand people and the thought of them gasping for Breathe reduces us to think about Oceans and vacations we are Admist last month, drowning out the cries of calloused children Being drowned in chlorine As we sanatize our social media feeds and Think about lost of movies to Watch this apathy, and these Risings numbers And chocking people, This dichotomy between the past And the future has been splintered By numbers we don't remember And statistics and the recipe For fucking coffee as the people who we will never know Choke silently on their beds alone. But let's join tik tok tonight, I'm not majoring in statistics, MI? Let's have dalgon a coffee. Gaurav chawla #world_health_day #gc #drgauravchawla #chawla
There is something so utterly Nauseating about verses We are seeking comfort in, the poetry About staying in and growing (as a person, mind you, we still like our girls size zero) while other feel their breathe drowning in lungs Its a peculiar phenomenon My mother wakes me with a news Article telling me a thousand people died and continues to put geeta dutt on, I see masks and alcohol and so much fucking poetry, people singing, dancing, crying about being alone but waking up next day To make some coffee And writing papers about death, We are living in curious time, people Say with glee and proceed talking About venetians unable to breathe, There are verses being written about Love and fondness of the Heart growing as we torn apart But there are screens Being used till the break of dawn And more people dying And new statistics and so so so many Sane people talking about the Numbers rising, its reached seven hundred thousand people and the thought of them gasping for Breathe reduces us to think about Oceans and vacations we are Admist last month, drowning out the cries of calloused children Being drowned in chlorine As we sanatize our social media feeds and Think about lost of movies to Watch this apathy, and these Risings numbers And chocking people, This dichotomy between the past And the future has been splintered By numbers we don't remember And statistics and the recipe For fucking coffee as the people who we will never know Choke silently on their beds alone. But let's join tik tok tonight, I'm not majoring in statistics, MI? Let's have dalgon a coffee. Gaurav chawla #world_health_day #gc #drgauravchawla #chawla
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