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Social Distance

This love is an oxymoron
That has held me thinking
On why I should be socially distant
From the ones so dear to me.

This life is ironic
When I close my nose
To breathe in life.

This life is so hyperbolic
When the media stations
Our heart to fear.

What is left of life
Without communication?
Dust!

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