Now that you're leaving,
write me a letter that smells
of the oranges we peeled
and forgot on your study-table,
while we got lost
in slipping our hands
in the crevices of our clothes,
trying to find the unpeeled oranges
that could satiate our souls.
Now that you're leaving,
gift wrap a little bit of our past
and take it with you. Open it
when you crave for fruits.
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