Challenge
Heartbreaking poetry- make me cry
(Thankfully Fictional)
Your skin is ashes,
and you hands as cold as stone.
I beg you to stay.
Words are worthless when
your body lays before me,
your soul far away.
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Your skin is ashes,
and you hands as cold as stone.
I beg you to stay.
Words are worthless when
your body lays before me,
your soul far away.