a balloon slips
from your hand
and sails
upwards.
a spot of green
against the open
blue
sky. the string
of you
too, has been
let go before
and what a ride
it's been.
from your hand
and sails
upwards.
a spot of green
against the open
blue
sky. the string
of you
too, has been
let go before
and what a ride
it's been.
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