You had such grace in the end
I wish I could remember what color 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
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