MagesticStem

Please vote. 
A small scratch of the pen
Decides the fate of the country.

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We don't get to 
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Dear Corona...

Hey it's me,

The pale mist coates the windows and trees

It seems to be dancing

A noise cries out in the distance 

A chill runs up my spine

The snow covers my costume

And hers, and his, and theirs