6 feet apart
your eyes happy
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clothes neat
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if only i could get closer than 6 feet
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I miss you
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My arms long to hug you
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your mask is pretty
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no comfort can I offer
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Iv'e heard you were protesting against people being assaulted by police officers
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i miss you
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I miss you
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I love you
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This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world