A Waltz For Zizi
A Mountain In Your Room - Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
I was always pushing my kisses under your closed door
and you deemed me a fool for that,
but I never stopped,
I kept shoving them
until a mountain grew,
a mountain in your room.
Do you like torturing me?
Do you feed on tears?
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