black balloon rising
little girl, you let go too soon
and i catch on to your string in the hope that you
will take me away from this place
and i am afraid beneath this
wide sky as i watch you
rise
there is an art to it
a certain rush that is perfected
over time
but you have refused to stay
so i wither and fade
there is no getting out of
this place
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