I feel my heart beating
in the mid-night like the red tulip:
my veins are slow ran
and not wine,
and I feel my life dark
hushed and gentle like the blue skies.
Natasa To
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
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I just have feeling that i will die at ER Prince William Hospital but Dr. there have saved my life
and i am recovered quickly with negative COID-19 testing. I wanted to say thanks to all the drs at the hospital who saved my life as well as my mom, sister and brother. May Lord God bless Americans and the world.
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