So smooth
As the very soliloquy pit of her every immaculate being
How we do miss her diamond-laced attitude
Seems they’ve been waiting, wilting, silently instigating her monumental downfall – far inside of old-age albeit incredibly graceful
Of magic, no such tragedy
We may well be taken too, yet she just seemed to breathe a separate kind of life right on through each and every next one of us
Students to boot
She – the instrumental inner layer, all of we – nothing but the shrinking violet crust
One aside another a surefire must
Hold her together ’til the end of time
Legacy, powers-that-be never, ever getting to eat away at a fine example set
And, so you know, you do seem to set my memories on fire – one of none all over

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