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When The Gloves Come Off

 

When there is no more virus

will we still be the same

when the gloves come off

when the masks go way

will we still remember who we were

can we ever go back

two months of isolation

two months of fear and dread

has changed our very lives

and the distance between us

widens our differences

as we have become

even more divided

in a war of words

with wounds

that will not heal.

 

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