If push comes to shove and the world is ablaze.
Would you hold my hand, would you not walk away.
Though the world has gone cold and you know we will die.
And if the world quakes will you stay by my side.
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Finite: A Book of Poetry
PoetryThe many emotions, thoughts, poems, insane ramblings, and legitimate concerns of a mortal. Warning: Most of it contains sensitive material related to death, darkness, life, monsters, puppets, idiots, and madness. Possibly much more. Hopefully much...
