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I Am An Orange
Ice cold steel,
is all I feel
Trapped inside,
like an orange in it's peel
Use a knife to cut me out
watch the juices start to flow out
Citrus smell fills the room
the smell of a murderer's perfume
But there is no mystery,
I am the culprit and the victim
It was all me,
I brought myself to an end.
This fruit lays out to spoil
insides exposed, future plans soiled
once discovered,
it's thrown in the trash
they'll do the same to me
You'll see I'm thinking rash
the difference is,
between an orange and me,
when I'm buried in the ground
I won't sprout into a tree.
26/10/2017
is all I feel
Trapped inside,
like an orange in it's peel
Use a knife to cut me out
watch the juices start to flow out
Citrus smell fills the room
the smell of a murderer's perfume
But there is no mystery,
I am the culprit and the victim
It was all me,
I brought myself to an end.
This fruit lays out to spoil
insides exposed, future plans soiled
once discovered,
it's thrown in the trash
they'll do the same to me
You'll see I'm thinking rash
the difference is,
between an orange and me,
when I'm buried in the ground
I won't sprout into a tree.
26/10/2017
Published 1st Nov 2017
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