April Cerise, In Memoriam
c.decease
2009
i dream of her often. she whispers in my ear and tells me it's not eternal. retirement homes; wills; regret; recriminations; memory growing fainter; lifespan shortening. saturn lifts his scythe, and a tear frozen, suspended by the heart.

what we dream has a tendency to come true. and as much as we want to rationalize, we do... go away death, you take too many--a star burns out, and life goes on and fades.
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