quarantined
Watching the world
From inside of my house
Watching it collapse and collide
And the only thing I think about
Is you.
Your smell and your smile
Your facetime pops up
We’ve been calling each other
Daily, for weeks now
My heart collapses in itself
We shouldn’t do this
We should be quarantined
Instead your in front of my house
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