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Blood orangE

Look at iT;

Cut it up; Look at it agaiN;

At those small drops changing their coloR

From pale yellowish sun when it sets to blood reD

When shies away behind the horizon; this is art as visual as iT Gets, This small orange pulp is far bigger than galaxieS

Long gone, left by only imprints of their oncE

Sparkly existence; this; this is reaL;

This is now; this my worlD

As I put it in mY

MoutH.

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