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an orange hangs in the sky air sweet of citrus the falling star paints clouds with the spectrums of a youthful heart the thin ebony fingers at the edge of the sinking skies reached for the sink in g darkness goodnight.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC
Sunset
an orange hangs in the sky air sweet of citrus the falling star paints clouds with the spectrums of a youthful heart the thin ebony fingers at the edge of the sinking skies reached for the sink in g darkness goodnight.
I really like oranges.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC
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