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A lattice of oranges lines the skull, Each segment a thought, a memory’s pull. Peeling logic in pulpy swirls, Juice drips wisdom—sweet yet cruel. The rind holds the bitter truths, intact, A patchwork puzzle, each piece exact. Sticky and raw, the mind’s design, A tangy testament to the soul’s incline. What lies beneath the citrus weave? A zest for life, or wounds that seethe? Slices of self, exposed, laid bare, Compartmentalized dreams hung in air. Each thought, a fruit—sun-kissed, decayed, Bright with hope, or shadows arrayed. The orchard blooms, orange domains, Fragmented pieces of joy and pains. The head becomes both feast and flame, A surreal paradox we cannot name. For inside us all, the citrus mind resides, Peeling, pulsing, where chaos collides.
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Flashes of orange, static lines… Dripping light, refracted time… Tangerine pulses behind my eyes, Citrus ghosts hum lullabies. Glass reflections melt and bend, A thought begins—then breaks again. Citrus mind, fragmented, Lost in loops, disconnected. Peel me back, reveal the core, Am I less, or something more? Memories buzz like neon flies, Tracing patterns in dead-end skies. Words collapse, reform, erase, Time dissolves—I lose my place. Echo chamber, spinning fast, Past is future, future’s past. Can’t escape, can’t rewind, Peel the rind, peel the rind… Citrus mind, fragmented, Lost in loops, disconnected. Peel me back, reveal the core, Am I less, or something more? Flashes of orange, static lines… Dripping light, refracted time…
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