death is standing, with
a delicate hand held out
tempting me.
my mind reaches for it
but my heart has doubts.
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Poetry𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓃ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓎 → original poetry → written from july 2018 to nov. 2019 Copyright © 2020 broken-statues
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death is standing, with
a delicate hand held out
tempting me.
my mind reaches for it
but my heart has doubts.
