v i r u s
thousands and thousands of ghosts
billowing around town
breathing the fear in and out
lost their stories
to a number
exponential, as we know
obsoleted by another
sounding shocking for a moment
soon forgotten, soon replaced
letting my body in isolation
walk through the rows
of locked up homes
leftovers of their souls
stuck to pavement of
empty roads.
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