Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Orange Peels

The succulence of orange
And the way it dances on my walls
While the sun sets and darkness
Poisons the sky.

While the last bits of passion fade away,
The black nighttime leeches itself upon
The atmosphere and sprinkles the stars
With wakefulness.

I cannot sleep while the orange peels in on me.


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Orange Peels

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