Witch - Poem by Saniya Galeyeva
My desperate wings won't give you a desperate hug.
I'm sorry, my dear, my feathers are dirty and black.
You can kiss my cheeks but don't touch my lips.
I am not your angel, I am just a witch.
My heart isn't beating, it's dead, and it can't love.
I'm simply unable to give you what you want.
My desperate hug's for the desperate only.
I'm broken and cursed but I am not groaning.
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