The virus came with the wind
Sweeping streets and lives
Panic shut behind doors
Hope built behind screens
People deprived from touch
Touch touch touch
We touch everything
Every time, everyone
From our face
To our hearts
To touch is to be alive
Yet, isolation cures
Yet, isolation kills
We are not our bodies
Wash your soul
As you wash your hands
Wash all viruses away
To infect only love
And stay in touch
To stay alive.
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