"My end is near,
the angel of death is beside me,
but I don't want to leave yet,
because I still haven't seen your face."
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Forsaking My End
PoesíaWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
