She is reminiscent of that last piece of fruit
Left in the fruit bowl.
Covered in bruises.
Marks and scars
From being picked up and
Thrown back
One too many times.
Mouldy, dirty, unwanted.
Destined only for the bin.
To fester away.
Lonely
Wrinkly and
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Im so glad you put this one up! I love the way you look into inanimate objects. I feel the oranges pain! Thats not an easy feat!
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