The End

Fat cherries in my mouth
Fresh bruises bandaged in white
The sweetest sunset fading away
The sound of regret
The sound of your hand against my cheek
The sound of you loving me at daybreak
Salty blood
And apple flan
How it tastes like cough syrup

This ill spent scarlet afternoon in Illizi
stole my salvation.

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