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Jun 2018
oranges
placing my fingers on my sternum,
I crack myself open,
a fresh orange,
sweet juice dripping down my fingers.
(you lick it up and say a prayer for everything that we have lost)
#gore #gory
Written by
rjh  pittsburgh
(pittsburgh)   
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