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Apr 2017
You are
My orange crush
The sweet juice
That heals
My broken soul
The c that keeps me
Moving
Flowing breathing
The acidity
That burns my lips
When I let the
Rind linger too long
It reminds me
That this
Is so
Wrong
I want to
Jump in the
Ocean
Save
Those parts of you, me
That was thrown away
But
My morality
Glimpses
Of my sanity
Make my fingers
Wrap
Around my chair
Dig my feet in
Here I stand
In my sanity
My virtue
What is the virtue?
What is sanity?
These things
That make are
Society turn
I look at
My bank account
My bills
Stumbling to the floor
Will they miss me,
When I shut
The door?
The credit unions
The tax collectors
The writers
Of all those
Old books
The doctors,
The lawyers,
All those with
The big desk
All the gossip hounds
With sharp tongues
Will they
Want to hold me
When it all shuts
Down
Will I miss them?
My bills,
Responsibilities,
Pride
For waiting for
The green light,
Or will I miss
The nights
I dance too hard,
Spent too much,
And let the rind
Linger too long
On my swollen
Lips
Will you?
Amber Lodrigues
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Amber Lodrigues
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