White as snow; cold as chills, the good grief feeds on the weeping wills.
The fading thoughts and blurry vibes get him tight; to set the mines!
Heavy hearts weeping in the oceans wide, scaring the heights of the good lord of might!
The skin turns pale, the vein stops its drain.
The thought of healing won't last long, the draining night doesn't get the dong!
. --VS
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PoesíaWrote some poems to lift up the spirits ....hope you like it and let's keep up the good work!!...gotta do what we gotta do!!😌😌 (Hope you might feel even the least bit better) Will update every chance I get!!💗💗
