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Oranges and Oil Ii

Orange and oil The old man smells odd like burnt wires Black & cryptic desires oranges and oil! Static erupts like infinite fire. Noise white grows in volume, even higher. oranges and oil... Oxygen runs onyx tubes lighter. The old man is a dying fighter... Orange and oil odd objects ornate resonate with our oblique imagery. Tangled on barbwire... oranges and oil smell like a burnt twisted wire! Copper taste to tip of the tongue. Deeps scars bury tinted desires all expire oranges and oil infinite fire visions of white noise grow lighter. ...or oblique imagery resonates as objects oily with afterthoughts detonates resonates oranges and oil The old man has grown lighter...

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