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Ennui

Ennui Twelve weeks now And the boredom Has taken hold of my soul. I try to empathise With the daily death But the numbers Are too abstract to feel. Maybe the virus needs A Jack and Rose To give it a human face. Afghanistan only came to life For me With the death of Cuthbertson. I taught him. The hundredth. That was when Death visited my door And I awoke to it.

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