A Waltz For Zizi
These Angels - Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
Angels feed on her blood
and they grow white wings.
They drink some more
and they grow another set of wings.
They never get enough.
They never smile.
They never leave.
No one belives
feed on her blood,
no one but me.
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