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Like clockwork the routine never changes…

Tic you wake,

Tic work,

Tic clean,

Tic scream…

You smile but feel no joy, then awake but feel no peace…

With your heart in turmoil and mind at war, your body is tired and ready to fall…

You are STRONG! they chant…. but what is strength? A way to move on to the next day without giving in?

To feel peace again is all you ask, joy will come once your heart is masked….

so you wait…tic tic tic…

 Natty ODou

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VirUs

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The virus is you…
I’m infected with the memory of your beautiful face…eyes that see what most cannot detect, moist lips that calls to the spirit within my very soul coaxing the essence from my pores…

I’m infected with the sound of your enthralling voice that echoes in my head day and night like the sweet sure strokes from a beautifully stung violin

The virus is you…the sweet infectious thought and longing for you

Yes, the virus is you …the powerful, rich, intense longing of you

Natty ODou