She is a smiling version of me
Far more grandiose
A rip-roaring version indeed
Whilst I breathe she simply lets all of it go – enough witty conversation to fill a serenely set hot air balloon ten times over
She sails away whilst I try and only ever replicate her beautiful clandestine fate
There are many people like her, enough to dot and align these fair blues skies in star-like bubbles of fantastic plastic – stars in the daytime even
I really do wish that I could be one of them
Perched far above, smiling on over a boisterous shoulder whilst the rest of you continue to go entirely insane below
Jealous
And I do know that I need to let go of all of your trembling hands one way or another

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