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Between the Cracks

Between the cracks,
I see the world
As it spins round and round
Between the cracks,
I see people come and go
Leaving with free will.
Between the cracks,
I see the kids play,
But I’ll play here behind this door.
Between the cracks,
I see a glimpse of color.
It moves up and down,
Until its out of sight.
Between the cracks,
I cannot see.
I must open to door.
And leave the tiny crack.
Outside the door,
I see a balloon,
It floats away with ease.
Touching the grass,
I chase the balloon,
In hopes I can fly away with peace.



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