My eyes see in a monochrome light, a vivid world of grey.
Thoughts jumbled and troubled, caught in a caricature of a play.
A melancholy melody, humming through the shadows of my soul.
This symphony of sorrow, echoing, no joy can it cajole
Whispers of a silent woe, dancing with the ghosts of past.
The silence of this madness, a dark rite that seems to last.
A haunting echo of memories, clingi...

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Above

If I handed you,

one hundred balloons,

you would drop each one,

and float to the moons.

If I blew some bubbles

and watched as they float

you’d soar far above

and here I quote,

“If all the world,

was spinning round,

like a red balloon,

way up in the clouds,

you’d anchor me,

back down”

Well we went and we were,

two ball...

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