in the way that
I reach for the string tied to a balloon
before it disappears into the endless blue
and I won't be able to grasp it any more.
And will I be able to clutch it in my tired,
And will I be able to clutch it in my tired,
wounded hands
before it flies away forever?
Do I even want to?
Do I even want to?
That
I don't know.
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