My gossamer angel kissed half-broken wing
My delightful, sickening honey comb thing
The phone that has dropped and a call that will ring
Answer her quickly before it turns spring
When a succubus cries the whole town will pour
A purple-eyed beauty pinned into a whore
Paint her black like the polish she wore
A fairytale ending but a nightmare much more
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Comments1
.......................Sweet 🙂
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