Biting tang of
tangerine.
Round, supple
sweet outside;
sharp snarls of
orange and white.
Sickly sweet sensation
as I bring you
to my mouth
and taste
sugar-melding citrus
prickling my tongue
with thumbtacks
and I eat
a tangerine.
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Whoo, I just got goosebumps. :) I don't know what is about the word tang that I love so much. But it inspired this poem. Plus my mom gave me this sweet chapstick that totally tastes and smells like oranges. It's called Softlips and I love it.
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