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Jun 2017
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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