A Waltz For Zizi
The Cold Love - Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
She puts out the candle's flame, with her fingers
and goes to sleep, next to his corpse.
She couldn't bare to see his face, his smile
disappear forever, under the foundation of the living world.
His heart, it did not show any sign of love
when her lips touched his,
but she still slept nude, into his stiff arms.
She was his dead bride, he was alive,
but to the dead, the living are dead too.
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