This cold barren land, it's my nose that feels like sand.
Maybe one day I'll feel better, use the rhymes that I have gathered.
Now the medication's bland and it's getting hard to stand.
So with this I end my letter, please could some kind soul knit me a sweater..?
I know this poem thingy sucks just like being sick, but I don't care B)
-Planeto <3
