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She died in my arms, yet alone at the last
If you ever feel
Upon your lonely face
A soft dying breath
Realise that it is the final gasp
Of your lover
As she perished alone and in tears
O the memory of such sweet torment
Will pulverise my soul evermore
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Geezer
Wed, 2020-11-25 14:25
Your title...
is at odds with your poem in the sixth line. ~ Geezer.
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Dandini
Wed, 2020-11-25 15:08
In a sense you are correct,
In a sense you are correct, but one can be alone and accompanied at the same time if you are unaware of the company. I shall consider amending the title.
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Geezer
Wed, 2020-11-25 20:20
I see what...
you are saying, but maybe you could make it clearer, if that is what you intend. ~ Geezer.
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