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orange

A favorite color, too bright for my eyes, a

favorite food.

A fruit left longing for a rhythm

a rhyme.

Sit down and ***** with rinds under nails

smelly.

Citrus acid and sweet juicyness drips down

my hands.

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itsjustring

45 / Transmasculine

Published: Jul 11, 2014
LinesWords: 838

Notes: Orange
Tags: #hands #acid #orange

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