A n g e l C a k e


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He tells me I taste sweet,

like Angel Cake and cream,

my skin pale,

body bitty,


He tells me I should cut my hair,

but all I'd feel is pity,

Auburn locks fall one by one,

til his wish is dreamed,

he tells me i'll look pretty,


cherry lips,

angelic tears,

I start to weep and sob,

his eyes light up,

a grin marks his face,

he kisses my cheek and wipes my tears away,


he tells me I look pretty,

but all is left too see,

in that porcelain mirror to me,

is rotten angel cake and cream











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