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The other day someone asks “How is your family doing quarantine?” I say “My dad is an essential worker” And what they don’t realize is that Papi has been an essential worker for 30 years now
Slowly it flows through my veins Slowly it propels my desire As the passion that laid dormant Once again ignites   You won't go anywhere, they said
It's suffocating, It' toxic, It's full of love.   It's wandering, It's tragic, Who knows what it's made of?   It's smelly, It's foul, It's not pleasant.  
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