Nail polish Distill an object inn my head Contro..

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Nail polish Distill an object inn my head Control the demons that lurk instead Fantasys of Angels inn feather white So far of the radar I have no doubt Simple rules cannot be taimed Broken branches from trees that descend River of drought that waterfalls dryed out Tears of pain no healing inn gain nor inn sight Winds that are invisible blow Hurricanes same but they do show God is here although we see him not The belief and Faith inn someone we love and never forgot I have no idea were this #poem led me too here Although I know it makes total sense to me But mabe I need a hug Or just some Love instead of Always feeling sad and Alone.. aimed