One Star Up High

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    • My pain is but a poem in the sea.
      My joy is a lost balloon.

      Red balloon floating away.
      Little boy eyes up.

      My loss is just a stroke of the clock.
      Every note means something to me.

      My time is a dome of fire.
      My tears are the steam of release.

      Hang on little child,
      To the strings of your loved ones,
      For every tug, and joy, and glace away, is a layer of distance between who am and who I want to be.

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