Mimi
storm clouds gather,
the final darkness awaits,
the time and the place
were never ours to choose;
in the quiet calm,
the past comes bubbling up,
Christmas and pearl necklaces,
lost among the rubble and ruins,
innocence and honor
victims of the maelstrom;
Mimi, you were never finer,
the seven-sevens never smoother,
the truth was never better,
the night was never longer;
rest well my friend.
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