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Corona Speaks Out

I can see thou
But thou can’t see me
My destiny is your body
Then your destiny is to be steady
So be careful
Cause I’m awful
To put you to a grave
I’m so brave
Though I’m wee to you
And thou are a giant to me
Escape being careless
Or I’ll be a mess
Tear and fear is all I got
So I know thou like me not
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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