April Cerise, In Memoriam
i demoni
July 2012
the cold blade falls
on misty morning
and for their sins
we live and die
the angel cowers
in blackened skies


for s.
whom taught me
to live in a world
of timelessness,
both other and netherworldly,
and unadulterated imagination.

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