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Orange peels on dolls and in subways corners that no one sniffs. Orange peel kisses, like leather and citrus together in one. To be swallowed in the sea would be a fantastic voyage of ireconcible differences between you and I. Our hair could swim in front of our eyes and I cannot see orange peels anymore. Swallow the sea and it's stating the obvious of human nature as we swim and are swallowed by the sea which we swallow too. Just like orange peels. Only not. Go tither, come hither. Third time is a charm bracelet with a shamrock that is not lucky in love, just like my heart that dangles from the silver chain. I feel solemn now when glitter and emeralds sink to the bottom of the swallowing sea. Just like orange peels. Rip and toss and rip and toss and away. Out of sight, out of mind. Go and paint fences, see if I care. Be active in persperation, but do not come back to my handle bars looking for a ride. Do not coax my mouth with your tracing paper. Sketch me a picture of your favorite sunset in December and make me cry tar because it's too painful. Like orange peels. Rip and toss and rip and toss. Rest in peace, orange peels as I rip, rip, rip you from your heartbeat. Juices slither down my fingertips and your juices taste sweet like citrus. Orange peel kisses on Mondays and Sundays, and any other day that ends in "day." Piano and jazz music in hearts and in subway stations that no one pays for. Breach of contract, you and I.And the sea that swallows sinfully. Us whole. Hands tied behind backs and stab backs with blood green hands. Bags of cocaine look like snowglobes. This is all nonsense because picket fences will always be painted by you and for you and I will be angry with a can of spray paint, waiting to destroy your picket fences. Baracade with picket fences; hold me in, or shun me out. And I will paint green and red and black hearts on your fence. And sign with orange peels and follow the juices that drip from my fingertips to the floor. And you know it's me. And...