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A smiling orange and a bruised one
A bowl of Fruit sits
A smiling orange and a bruised one
Both yearn to be picked
Both yearn to be loved
A hand reaches for the fruits
The smiling orange wins
Nails puncture the skin of the fruit
Its sour juice drips like rain
its smile shines
The bruised orange now sits alone
Next time it will be picked, right?
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Hailey Rehkop
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