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I slip in my skin And grace the wet Cement with my Attached feet What way will My head float today? I will have to run After it quick wherever. If I don’t it may Be gone like my Favorite red Balloon and My eyes will Be glued; Watching the Dead leaves fall Amongst their Siblings, until Flecks of Rainbow snow Come and blanket The cracked cement. Then my friends will Forget my skin and Teeth and echoed laugh; then my Skin will walk off And find a warmer Home with a fuzzy dog and red lights and a crackling fire; maybe some chocolate too. I think then I could float and find that red balloon; I sure hope it’s still up there in the blue
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
To Floating Minds
I slip in my skin And grace the wet Cement with my Attached feet What way will My head float today? I will have to run After it quick wherever. If I don’t it may Be gone like my Favorite red Balloon and My eyes will Be glued; Watching the Dead leaves fall Amongst their Siblings, until Flecks of Rainbow snow Come and blanket The cracked cement. Then my friends will Forget my skin and Teeth and echoed laugh; then my Skin will walk off And find a warmer Home with a fuzzy dog and red lights and a crackling fire; maybe some chocolate too. I think then I could float and find that red balloon; I sure hope it’s still up there in the blue
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JacobWe
20/M/Wisconsin
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
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