an orange, a sweet plump
orb of fruit
picked
off a tree in some orange
grove
in Florida.
but when i crack it open,
peel it
back and take
a bite, it's not an orange
at all,
it's a grapefruit,
pretending to be an orange.
it's bitter,
not sweet.
false love
can be like that at times.
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