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pure and unblemished love must taste so bland
and have a bitter after taste
or so he though
as he held the fruit in his hand
one hand steadies the fruit
one hand holds the knife
and he remembers
they sat there speaking as they had before
but her eyes were blank
still shallow water, in a dark gray pan
she burned in his soul as he held her
and her ashen heart changed
crystallized through the pressure and heat
he shivers and recalls
the gathering clouds rolled over us
proceeded by a cold rain
turning the day black
he presses
the blade slices through flesh
both warm and cold
divding the fruit cleanly in two uneven pieces
the blade moistened by the blood spilled before it
one side of the metal tart and acidic
one side bright red and sweet
each pooling together now
and then it was over