let's all do the viral spiral
Eight months since the virus shut the door on the world. It’s October and it’s like we’re hiding from the law. You called me yesterday - but it quickly wore off. Sometimes crushing hungers, for our old normal blossom but wither, like confused daffodils, denied sustenance, in the reality of “second waves” and body counts. This renewed viral spiral has me all wrung out.
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