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~Oranges~
I never liked oranges
A pungent smell
Citrus makes my head spin
My stomach flip
Brought back an old rental
Married single mother
Hands smell of citrus peels
Fragments left on the counter
I liked oranges for a moment
That moment
Soft worn hands that brought warmth
Peeled my oranges I’d soon hate
Hands now older
Aching warmth still radiates through
I never liked oranges
But I love my mother