you keep memories there,
there i keep forbidden fruit
She was probably faking.
Resilience sounds like one of those blue rubber balls, slapping the concrete, shooting upward past your narrow eyes and back down again letting gravity take it where it may.
Ironic. Maybe sporadic.
RESILIENT.
I am a product of resilience, but yet I'm a contra.
Yes, I want a lie.
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