By R.e.
Taylor
Something
small is coming
One by one
People are
getting infected
Wanting to
live inside of you
It doesn’t
mean to kill you
It just
wants to live and have babies
Making you
sicker and sicker
You share
it with everyone you meet
And it
continues to grow and have babies
Until it
has conquered the entire planet
And it is
all because you didn’t wash your hands
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