Orange Juice. Don’t talk.

I want to hold a huge jar of the sickliest sweetest orange juice

and down it one go, and sit and talk no more

No more of the missing, the kissing and the bad girls hissing

No more of the guilt, the gilt and the Pining

No more of the maps of the world, and about graves of kings

Of kings, of knights, of that doctor that took someone’s life.

Shhh. Don’t even think of starting on life.

Its bad, we know. its good, it shows. It goes on, its a flow

We know.

About love ?

Well, let’s see. Its a head reeling, hand holding, breath taking, boring little tirade that is extremely fascinating because, we are all alive.

Oh you don’t love? Think its a weakness? Good for you.

I want to hold a huge jar of the sickliest sweetest orange juice and this time, two! And, none for you.

Shhhhhh, don’t talk.

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