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Virus

Writer: Trix Cruzales
Trix Cruzales
Mar 19, 2020
1 min read

It’s small, deadly and silent.

It could strike in any moment.

Without noticing your life is already numbered.

For you, ending up in a garden of grave being flowered.


It could bring a country down without care,

It could have affected everyone already without being aware.

A cure to be promised marked as impossible.

Lose hope, lay down and die would be adorable.


The time is ticking.

More and more people are dying.

Death is coming.

The numbers affected and dead are adding.


Killed by virus.

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