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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 d*mn 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.