You blink.

Look up. 

And they’re gone. 

It’s bananas how swiftly smiles can switch from sweet to spoiled. 

Trust peeled and tossed away for you to slip and break your mind on. 

A mushy mash 

An unwanted fruit. 


Then brown. 

Bunches of memories 

grown close together 


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