Noir
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I think about you sometimes,
Your laughter, your smile
The fun times we had together before the fall
Maybe we could have worked out
Your fire was too hot for my ice
The vast hall is
Overflowing
With bodies, but there's no one here
Leaving this
Desolate matchmaking arena
Until something catches my eye
Her
Our love is beyond words
Yet still is
She paints her lips rouge
Donning the black dress and matching hat
Putting on pumps and a veil
She is going to a funeral
Bidding farewell to her final betrayal
This entity has no heartbeat
