.(Fake fake flowers) (fake funeral)
This room is a fluorescent tomb:
It's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon.
He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention,
She's animated again, she's talking to a hypodermic reflection.
We've watched it all from the window ledge...
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