Squirrels & Apostrophes

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the end

"There will be sunlight, at the end," she said
As the stars burned out of the sky
“We will aim our arrows at the heart of all things,
And we’ll feast on our blood as we die”
“And the sunshine will roast our bellies,
And crackle our sweet freckled skin”.
I smiled & I tasted her broken mouth,
and asked “Well then, shall we begin?

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