I breathe out in peppermint
and wish the cold were my friend.
I dance on feet of lemons
and wish I need not fear the sun
I have a friend who trains horses,
but she cannot get them to dance,
nor will the wolves ever truly sing
--only cry
I let go of my balloon and watched
it dissappear, a little red spec
in a great, blue sky
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