Her suit was black and clung to her,
Her figure skeletal, and nails sharpened to a point.
She walked into a room that once was light
With love and people sharing life
And once she graced them with her darkened presence
Then the colour drained and warmth
It seeped out through the gaps that they forgot to fill.
You say she’ll never change the nature of your love
But everyone has gaps,
Don’t be so naive.
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