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Aug 2020
Asymptomatic.
Is that what we call,
The dead-dull expression on your face.
When I arrive
To take you
For a windy walk.

Am I your disease.

No symptoms to suggest our love
And
Thus no cure.
We are now online forever. Love will change. Not better. Not worse. Just different.
Hank Helman
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Hank Helman
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