’round and ’round the world it goes

a hug –> a kiss –> a pinch of the nose

the virus, kneaded, rises and grows

dead bodies sprinkle the glaze

oh me, oh my, i’m not ready to die

i’ve sanitized, i’ve washed – my skin is so damn dry

my gods & guides do not ease my troubled mind

constrained, i count away the days


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