vacant balloons
Stare at the sky
carefree if you please.
Dare be one of kind
few on earth near any
balloon wave so soon a lone
bloom without key, to unwind your dear
heart synchronicity,
simply.
Hey, it's me text
in mime who will stand
second hand, chronos-
vexed still in time askew;
watch for the band, whose floral
bouquet dialect provide plenty
a steadfast divide want
only
of You.
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