Allure

There is poetry in your eyes, but I’ve run out of parchment.
There are cherries on your lips, but I’ve run out of hunger.
There is elixir on your neck, but I’ve run out of maladies.
There are storms in your heart, but I’ve run out of sky.
There is allure in your skin, but I’ve run out of eternity.

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