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 Mar 2020 Beowulf
Little Bear
the streets are
quiet
fear
hangs in the air


dust motes
flutter

anxiety
stutters

droplets of
breath

invisible
death

settling upon
skin

too scared
to breathe
in

in fear
of what settles


i love you
stay safe


breathing
in
fear

exhaling
panic

i love you
don't die


bring back
some
pasta
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