Oranges
he said
so slow
i shall
not go
like an orange
he peeled
all but one layer
he killed
he yelled
the voices grow
i shall
not go
i whispered
no over and over
only in my head
are there, four leaf clovers
he hissed
"zero, zero"
i shall
never go
-ally
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