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Virus
A similar squint
or shuffle,
lack of eye contact,
or just the look.
A mist
moving through a city;
an idea
taking over a mind,
And I walk
the same way
to work
everyday.
Tristan Moss
If
you have any comments on this poem, Tristan Moss would
be pleased to hear from you.
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