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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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