Bright colored flowers
all arranged,
but I don't see them.
A pastor sits
upon a throne,
but I don't see her.
A smiling picture
is set to the left,
but I don't see it.
What i see
is you,
carried away in a silk lined bed,
placed in your own limosine,
pale and cold.
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