Sunday, April 12, 2020

Not

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Don't.
Don't go.
Don't go for a walk.
Don't.
Don't go to the beach.
No, don't swim.
Don't sit and bury your fingers in the golden sand.
Don't build castles and little houses that will crumble with the tide, and mountains with little steps on the side so little imaginary people could climb them safely, their toes feeling the warmth of the sun as they tread upwards.
Don't.
Don't stand so close.
Don't sneeze and laugh and cough.
Don't breathe.
Don't wrap your arms around a sad shoulder.
Don't breathe.
Don't take things for granted.
Don't breathe.
Don't be...
Don't.

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