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I wash my hands
Like a surgeon
I sit all day
Like a frog on a lily pad
Watching the rain
I worry
Like the mother of a newborn
I hoard
Like a refugee
I scream sometimes
Like a crazy person
I dream
Like an opium addict
I avoid people
Like the plague

NaPoWriMo #29
Plague Series #26

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