Red noses, puffy eyes, running noses.
The sickness is here.
With our connections we spread contents we cannot identify.
When I look at the faces of the ill, I see society
breaking down.
Now we are exposed and bare...
The chorus of sneezes have a poetic melody. All different pitches.
In the sea of the ill, people are aware of their movements.
No longer do they trudge through life with no regards.
Now they harness their energy to keep the health.
In one footstep all the flem and mucus brings us into our own.
Causes our bodies reactions and stimulants cautious to be ok.
But as the weather settles into our consistency, we sync out of unison
back into health.
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