ladynoir poem

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A ladybug died a quiet night.

A cat cried out loud, seeking for light.

In the eyes of his love, his burning passion.

She was gone, but never grew out of fashion.

Her hair was blue, as blue as the sky.

He watched her leave, he saw her die.

A quiet winter night.

Because of an akuma fight.



(A/N)
I had these words insight of my head.
While i was writing, and sitting in bed.
I felt like riming, so leave me be.
The clock was around three, that i can guarantee.
Should i stop riming, am i anoying?
I dont think so, is it really that disappointing.
From thy neighbourhood author, i am laughing now.
I cant wait to see your reactions, they'll just be wow.

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