It’s eternity, I see in the sunset. Blood orange and rich vermilion melded into one like oils and ointments spilt over a canvas, transcending from flame to lavender both a hint of day and a hint of night. The colours fall as if candle wax, onto my skin, and absorb into my veins, till minerals and blood. I am no angel, nor saint, but in such moment, I am held together, for I have the sunset and the sheer simplicity of forever.
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