WiLD. BLOOD. ORANGE.
A MONTH WHOSE FALLiNG FRUiT > LOW-HANGiNG KiND
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THEFT…OF COiLED WiRE AND A WEREWOLVE’S FLAT TiRE HiRiNG A BRiGHT, ORANGE TAXi BECAUSE THiS TiME OF YEAR iS jUSt TOO NOT-YELLOW TO CARE WHAT WE’RE THANKFUL FOR.
BOTH iMPORTANT, A 10 ON THE SCALE:
THE TRYiNG AS WELL AS THE COST OF STEALiNG A BREATH...BAiTED BY NEVERLAND HOOKS HOLDiNG OUR DEAD BODiES AT BAY. SO SURE SEAS ARE BLUER ASHORE...SALTY POURS FOR DEEPER, MASKED SORES.
GREENER…SiCKER...A WiLD, BLOOD ORANGE, YET MEEKER BECAUSE i'VE ALREADY LOST MY BREATH (AGAiN) WiTH 31 DAYS LEFT TO GO…
ALMOST A YEAR’S WORTH iN TOW, BUT iTS COLORS ALWAYS CONViNCE ME OTHERWiSE…A WELCOMED RUST.
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