Craving new experience
like a child hungering
for the sweet dew of a strawberry
to tame the salty sting of summer
Soon. Soon.
Soon hangs in the air
like the balloon I've let go
floating into the azure abyss of sky
and I wonder
will it ever come?
Will a new day ever arise
out of yesterday's crumbling high rise
Breath, just breath
is all I can control now
while my wishes are on fish hooks
baiting tomorrows
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