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Nov 2011
i want to ask you,
why is the orange peeling?
which is the pulp?
how will the zest be
grated?

and what essence, once distilled,
will i find?


juice runs down my chin,
and i am sticky.

my tongue,  numb and tingly, together.

i want to spit it out.
i want to devour it whole.
Bruised Orange
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Bruised Orange  United States
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   Chelsea Gabbard, ---, ---, serah and Linaji
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