Balloons

On occasion,
I become sick of balloons
and their neglectful treachery
as I attempt to tolerate their ambiguity
and lift myself up from the clouds.

Sometimes,
I am done with balloons
and the way they tempt me
with delusions I know will never be
as I tug myself out from the crowds.

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