A hundred jugs of orange juice
purposeless and pale
thin concentrates, flat correlates
dry rind under dull light
They are straining the pulp out of everything
Craving solids
nectar beads on frosty rim of glass
whole, full
fruitful seed of Florida
No Pulp
Orange tag betrays
the fake striped straw
and liquid solid sip
I thirst still
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