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my orange juice spilled on my bed my orange juice spilled on my bed and i thought of the day i saw my love ooze out of your heart and spill in the open space that was all i am worth; a page in a journal you'll forget you had in two years. yet you stayed, insisting on loving me and i peeled you oranges and i juiced them by crushing the meat between my fingers, not caring that the acid was gnawing at the scars you'd carved onto my hands. you drank the orange juice and you left and took the empty glass with yourself. i bought a new glass and i juiced so many oranges so many times until i forgot what the burn on my hands felt like when you licked orange juice off of the scars on them. tonight my orange juice spilled on my bed and i thought of the day i saw my love ooze out of your heart and spill in the open space that was all i am worth; a page in a journal you'll forget you had in two years. #cookiewrote