The Last Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
The Last
As the blood rushed to touch
my face,
to fall on the ground,
her face became pale,
her heart restless
her hands stopped pushing me away,
her mouth stopped shouting,
her eyes stopped crying,
finally,
no one would ever venture to her lips,
no one sane
make love to a corpse,
and
I became the last.
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