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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