white goodnight he thinks he might a fight a bloody fist a broken nose white is in his hospital clothes hidden illness “i can’t do this” stretcher or bed white is dead

white goodnight he thinks he might a fight a bloody fist a broken nose white is in his hospital clot...

A poem about the colour white. This is my first post so I hope you like it 
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