Funeral Procession
I felt like I was at a funeral procession.
My own.
And the mourners stood up and walked in succession.
Alone. Am I.
In unison they sigh.
A look of pity in their eyes, of course,
As they circulate my corpse.
I felt like I was at a funeral procession.
My own.
And the mourners stood up and walked in succession.
Alone. Am I.
In unison they sigh.
A look of pity in their eyes, of course,
As they circulate my corpse.
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