You're an angel with long-rotten darkest heart,
Your holy lips were defiled for my satisfaction.
Well, I'm pleased, from now on we can drift apart.
Soon I'll be gone and you'll not know in which direction.
Let morning shine kiss your cheeks, tickle your eyelashes.
Light sunny day will amuse your deceased soul.
You were just one of my myriad tiny crushes.
Kiss me goodbye when the sky starts to burn and glow.
Used angel
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