The pain in my heart, the aching
The wither of lungs, the quaking
The chills of night, the shaking
The voices in our heads, the debating
The wind through the leaves, the waving
The lives around the world, the ones worth the saving
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My Poems
PoesíaMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
