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i’ve never liked oranges. 

they sit bitterly in my mouth, 

juice like acid in my throat. 

i’ve never liked oranges, but 

the peel comes off easily, 

and you like them, so 

sometimes i like oranges, 

           (because how else do you love 

someone, without an orange 

to peel, without food to offer?) 

so, you know, i think 

i would eat an orange, 

just to offer you half. 

sometimes i like oranges, 

(because you look at me 

with wide black-hole-eyes 

when i hold one in my palm.) 

orange blossoms (or, green springtime)

Ace Clarkson '24

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