the angel will die.

white lips, pale face
breathing in the snowflakes
burnt lungs, sour taste

night's gone, days end
struggling to pay rent,
long nights, strange men

and they say, she's in the class A team
stuck in her daydream,
been this way since 18 but lately her face seems
slowly sinking wasting
crumbling like pastries and they seem
the worst things in life come free to us
coz we're just under the upper hand
go mad for a couple grams
she don't wanna go outside tonight

and in her pipe she flys to the mother land,
and sells love to another man,
it's too cold outside, for angels to fly . . . <3

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