Quarantine by James Lilley

The city that never sleeps started to 

become drowsy,

Those that could scurried away as the

Apple fell asleep.

Holding tightly to the knowledge it's

everyone's strife,

Will the world return to its old ways?

Causing a shortage of tissues. 

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