autoimmune
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Autoimmune
By Jillian Horton
Lovely Tulips,
I’m so grateful you’ve come to join me,
In this land of
dirtmuddust, Texas weather and tea.
Dreams fade
Goals aid
It's the cold brigade
The heart played
Hands swayed
And hair frayed
Dreams delayed
Goals persuade
Apart from the world
is how I feel.
Yet to me, this pain is everything that's real.
I close my eyes to remember a time;
of better days, the days I felt fine.
