Hold me when I'm down
On the throes of death
Not so I shall stay
but so your face'd be the last
I see before I slip away.
حواء💙
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Solemn reveries
PoetryIt all might be poor, pathetic, pretty, pleasant, putrid and even prosaic but guess what, it's all a part of poetry. 💙✍️
Born of the dark🖤
Hold me when I'm down
On the throes of death
Not so I shall stay
but so your face'd be the last
I see before I slip away.
حواء💙
