The balloon rises, filthy air. The glint of cobble caught in her hair. She should have held on But it's too late The string is flapping Helium is hate. It reached for the sun unhappy for now But the deed was done It rose through sky foul. The clown who sold it Was no use at all But sooner not later, it started to fall Finally, a smile She shouted all her worth And it came down tumbling, crashing to Earth. It lay in her hands, lifeless and limp. That smaller, deflated burnt-up old blimp. It wanted the sky, and she wouldn't send. But she kept it, her only friend...Birth sign: Not entered
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