The Girl with Thorns
Oranges oranges,
Can I have one?
He said "no" with a moan.
The girl with the thorns,
sunshine, three steps
a fence with our name on it,
bad advice for all.
Is that anyway to talk to a girl with a craving?
He didn't like my shirt, his body, or the eight steps to reach me?
The midnight chatter, shouts, out pouring of love
does not touch me.
I want an orange.
By: Brandy Ruiz
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