Apple wine.

Your poison was the most delicious drink
Mankind was to ever behold.
It slipped down my throat so easily,
So sweet, it was, before it killed me.
Like hot chocolate on a snowy day,
Sweet lemonade, in Summer's kitchen,
The smile of the cook, in her vinyard,
Of grapes, my poisoned apples,
Your eyes, as they generously
Doled out this magnificent liquified death,
Completed the concoction.

Your words are my murderers.

I love you.

The End

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