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You had such grace in the end.
I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were
but every time I looked at you my mind went blank.
You had the best damn Sunday dress at the end of the world.
The wall of flames that consumed you and everything that was good,
not with a band but a whimper."
What would you do?
Arms spread welcoming the impending nothing.
