Pandemicpoetry
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tock continues to tick and takes this train
hostage; loops, speeds, nearly tips
the conductor hangs with one hand
Gripping the footplate for dear life,
For All of Us
All of us
Not just one of us
But each of us.
Is but a tiny droplet on the face of this world.
For All of Us
All of us
Not just one of us
But each of us.
Is but a tiny droplet on the face of this world.
