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Beleaguered but not broken
She dons once again
Her foreboding regalia–
pandemic paraphernalia

An unglamorous gown
Hiding human form
Cuffed with gloves
That thwart true touch

A stark dark mask
Warps each word
A full-faced shield
Cheats cheek to cheek

All a collage
that frightens the frail
As they thirst for humanity
amidst their infirmity

But within this abyss
A wondrous gift:
Two gracious green eyes
Peer past the disguise
To offer each patient
humanity a plenty

Eyes widen and wetten
A wrinkle arrives
Behold now how
Their face pinkens and smiles

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