By the window of the funeral and florescent flower
See, the face of her.
The hunger does blend with grief.
She comes out to stand at a outstretch porch, stand stiff.
At the outside a spread of night....
The funeral and florescent flower
Those with sad glory and glorious glaze.
White glaze,
That exudes into the winter of a night.
Wakes a nocturnal bird
Which spreads its wings to a flight.
The claw is still seeking its first prey.
Its first prey still evading
Evading mind and her haunting memory
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