it was bound to happen at some point and I'm not sure at what point it made its way in work? the cafe? the grocery store? I'm surprised I made it this far even with the masks and disinfectants and avoidance of people no matter, it's in and working its way through my veins my head, throat, sleep, nose, and tongue
Tag: pandemic
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where are the lost lines of poetry that my mind is constantly searching for? somewhere beyond sunset and the rising moon