’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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tolu speaks 