Orange

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Acid.
Lights my mouth
Coming out without a shout
I drown in smells
Smeared clean and orange
My skin before then
Wasn't soft.
Dead skin inside outside
I rot like a peel
What use was I anyways?
Citrus citrus citrus citrus citrus
Such a such a such a such a
Nutritious
Delicious
Treat.
But
I was only used for meat.

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