Balloon, balloon, balloon
blue ones,
red ones,
green ones,
pink ones.
all my problems
high above my head
in multi
vibrant
color.
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Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
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