Watching the worldFrom inside of my houseWatching it collapse and collideAnd the only thing I think aboutIs you.Your smell and your smileYour facetime pops upWe’ve been calling each otherDaily, for weeks nowMy heart collapses in itselfWe shouldn’t do thisWe should be quarantinedInstead your in front of my house 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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