It was (not) pleasant. The warm, humid air filled with the kind soul within the memory of (the selfish betrayer’s) laughter. Memories flies in along with the pretty (crappy) notes, full of the scribbling.
The angel (with the devil underneath), grows louder inside the sentiments. It started to sing in alluring (gibberish), (un)filtered words. Trying to keep her smile (and temper) in check. Double, perhaps triple. Making sure it harms no one (except you).
As it becomes eager, so does the body of the living (dead) soul. Dancing to the rhythm of her (and his) own heart, it steps on the ground with(out) stopping for a second to rest.
And there he lays, as she sends him lots of love (and a note of death).
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