Eyes Closed.
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Eyes closed.
Lying straight.
Hands folded.
Censers swing.
Smoke crawls.
Music low plays
Funereal
slow.
Often think I
Often image I
Age from behind
Prompts.
Grins.
Sarcastic.
Hid from the tears of mourners
Flowers
Wreaths.
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