We're not even sure we ever loved
Feelings anew had us blooming
Hearts aglow, we carried out the impulse
Of emotions that were too much to not be called love
Now the sky is lit by the blood of doves
And it rains upon my breasts
All we taste is the bitterness that overrode even the slightest taste of sweetness
Questions erased the vows we made
Was the truth ever this clear?
Were what we felt just a minute before never really there?
We could have sworn we were consumed by a fire that never dims
Now, look at the charcoal dust blowing away in the wind...
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