Mandarin oranges.
That's what you tasted like
the night you got my glitter on your face.
That's what you tasted like the night we met.
Mandarin oranges, like the kind I scoop out of the can.
Sweet. Not quite fresh,
processed, like these oranges
have been around the block a time or two.
Sweet.
Yeah, you're sweet.
And the taste lingers on my lips.
If I could taste it fresh,
I would share my glitter with you.
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