face down
face down
that's how i remember him last
dreadful thoughts
ran through my veins
it is always a sad thing
when the demise of someone you know
is inevitable
face down again
inside the casket
as if he were kissing the floors
of the cathedral
face down
because of the weight of god
face down
dripping blood
like saliva
on a pillow
face down
as he climbed the mountain
for the very last time
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