Won’t fade,
No dear Kite,
Ready be us
For the next 100 days
Tourette’s;
Open thy arms
Endure our winds
And my torture
With bracing giggles
And hopeful silence,
We won’t fade
We won’t
Sky lanterns
Thinking space,
Still we stay
Always
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