Apart Also
A virus knows no simple cure,
Part phantom fear, part death demure,
And every breath of mine impure.
Rash anger, every face a mask,
The only unity our task,
And yet for unity we ask.
Lost sidewalks once again can fill,
Such strength comes forth when we are ill.
Our frozen lives will not freeze still.
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