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Stay six feet apart is what they say.

Yet, when I look up, I still feel your gaze touch mine.

When I sing to the sky, the rain will caress me.

In daydreams, clouds are my own to hold.

When I look up, the thought in your mind wraps around mine.

I try to stay six feet apart, but the Unsigned Writer will not let me be.

No space apart, even as I sleep.

Poems beneath the pillows and poems above the moon.

Quiet as can be, in the corner of the song, but the sound touches my motivation.

How is it that I can stay six feet apart from what it is that creates the breeze?

I have forgotten myself in these wonderful lands of flowers and books.

If I sail the seven seas, the salt of many lands still touch my nose.

If I ran into the woods, the leaves will come and say hello.

Stay six feet apart is what they say.

Yet, when I look up, I still feel your gaze touch mine.

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