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It was orange - spherical symphony of segments I liked to              cut up,       peel off the skin, lick the surface while you        stared and        shouted and        clapped your hands and called it Art. We both devoured it anyhow. I spat the seeds into the air, you waited for                            gravity to catch them in your wastebasket. I noticed the sour before-taste     dripped into sweet     -bitter so our fiction of pulp melted on the tongue into facts of juice running down our chins until we were            hollow-hungry no more. Facts like frightening words - you may decide which. It was orange       like the globe      of irrational truths some people pray to. Dropped out of a tree        into our mouths but we bit into everything        but nothing. It was orange.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Orange
It was orange - spherical symphony of segments I liked to              cut up,       peel off the skin, lick the surface while you        stared and        shouted and        clapped your hands and called it Art. We both devoured it anyhow. I spat the seeds into the air, you waited for                            gravity to catch them in your wastebasket. I noticed the sour before-taste     dripped into sweet     -bitter so our fiction of pulp melted on the tongue into facts of juice running down our chins until we were            hollow-hungry no more. Facts like frightening words - you may decide which. It was orange       like the globe      of irrational truths some people pray to. Dropped out of a tree        into our mouths but we bit into everything        but nothing. It was orange.
#love#feelings#perception#universe#orange
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
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