Félix Saparelli

(about me)

a.k.a. passcod

Only One Left

Posted on Jul 28 ‘09

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The door is closed.
Dusk fades to night.
I on a stool,
eyes on embers.

I remember.

Crowded valleys
Golden mountains

They arrived
Howls
Tears
Blood
Crumpled hope

I remember

My eyes cloud

I drop.