A flavor has left the room

A martyr knocked an apple down.
Mary Magdalene
from the heavens and down to the mundane:
The arrows pierced all the fruits, a purgatory.

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I really wouldn't try anything out of the ordinary, we're all being watched


But I wondered,
today and yesterday:


Has it been enough time already for our hearts to start developing more and more and more stories?


"This is the cauldron in which you will let all the stories out, child"
- she bestowed the recipient.


"Oh really."