orange peels remind me of the way i felt when death still mattered. i was leaning against the back of someone else's car, digging crescent moons into the peel with my thumbnails and pulling at the piths when i found out the only person i've been capable of loving unconditionally, albeit through slaps to the face and buying my attention, was dying. was already dead.
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