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Mar 2020
Let me catch the virus,
Let my lungs ache like my heart did
To get away from your blue iris
Maybe of you, my mind would be rid

Away from the hatred and fake love,
Away from the memories and mistakes
I'll be sky high, this time above
Just walking around, is all it takes

I'll keep forgetting my mask,
I'll lose all my gloves
Infect me, is all I ask
For I'm not the one she loves

Spread to me, and I shall keep you
Just walking around, is all I've to do
Written by
Armand-DeamoJC  21/M/South Aftica
(21/M/South Aftica)   
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   Veronica
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