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Mar 2018
into my bleak early Spring
afternoon
this mist of sticky juice
my normally clogged nose
inundated with bold proof
of   lurid promises
from citrus groves
bathed by sunlight
on a foreign soil
while my entire body
sanguinely sings
your praises
and my fingers
continue to peel
away until every morsel
is revealed
and devoured
I bought a bag of  blood oranges the other week, and every other day I eat one with my fiancΓ©e. The smell and texture is divine.
AprilDawn
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AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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