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I’m forgetting the touch of palm I’m forgetting touch of human I’m forgetting the power of touch I’m forgetting touch of will only living is living inside closed doors only living is living with hands washed long only living is living within limits of the walls For on the surface is always served living cell(virus). I’m trying reflection flat and clean on surface, I’m trying new doors and windows to be locked and sealed I’m trying for things to not change much yet, it's being months and years I haven’t, purlieu and talk a lot. I sit home just to tell something and I’m not so excited Because I have a worry, with a trace returning with every cough, just like something might happen and it's as bad as it is the feeling that if I stay with you, you will die. In my entire life, It pains me to imagine-Living with the Living Cell(VIRUS)
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
LIVING WITH THE LIVING CELL(VIRUS)
I’m forgetting the touch of palm I’m forgetting touch of human I’m forgetting the power of touch I’m forgetting touch of will only living is living inside closed doors only living is living with hands washed long only living is living within limits of the walls For on the surface is always served living cell(virus). I’m trying reflection flat and clean on surface, I’m trying new doors and windows to be locked and sealed I’m trying for things to not change much yet, it's being months and years I haven’t, purlieu and talk a lot. I sit home just to tell something and I’m not so excited Because I have a worry, with a trace returning with every cough, just like something might happen and it's as bad as it is the feeling that if I stay with you, you will die. In my entire life, It pains me to imagine-Living with the Living Cell(VIRUS)
Dying is Living, Living was our choice, which we ….?
DIPTIDHA
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
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