Cloudless and incandescent sky
In a cemetery’s eye
The girl scratches the pavement
Trying to break the phantom surface
Of the lush, reposing observance
Hypnotized in wet cement
Infantile womb long forgotten
Immortal, and decaying
The girl cringes as the smoke fills her lungs
The funeral procession remains oblivious
In skin so young
Filled with childish hope
Longing to be buried in the ground
Resound with crows, and ghosts of flowers.
You see? I told you to stop smoking. Jk.
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