Tuesday, June 21, 2005
> the balloon and the butterfly
like a balloon whose air had been let out, i wobble in midair at the tender mercies of the screaming winds. my string caught amongst the dry branches of a withered tree, i dangle upside down and wonder when will it be before i fall? ... tho i'd rather not fall, for i might get lost or trampled on flat ... or get stuck on a stranger's crusty sole and dragged to nowhereland, no i'd rather not fall
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