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On A February DayMy heart lifts like a red balloon
A round rocket towards the clear door Before a top scraping the barren ground skipping into the fainting air. It cannot decide, double-double minded Escaping into the chill of winter's breast from the sun's solid sashay unsure where it will finally rest a frayed string dangling to nowhere nowhere is where it needs to be now |
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