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Hot Air Balloon

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It billows out unfolding shapes
Arrays of color enclose me
As it swells I seem to shrivel
All the walls consume me
Inside this pillowed mass I’m caught
Turning just to strike another
I find there’s no way left to roam
While these walls consume me





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