Frozen Balloon

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Frozen Balloon A Tele-Graphed Whisper, You Know The Game: Mountains To Sand Surrender The Same. No Sun-Burn, No Sea-Gulls... No Music, No Face. The Memory Of A Memory Once Deeply Embraced. Who Are You, Once Real? On The Want Of Your Breath? I Grasp For Integrity... In The Throes Of It's Death. The Skin-Kissed Un-Wearable, Exhausted, We Chased: The Intention Of Memories We Armed To Embrace. No Furtive Dilemma... No Sweet Nectar's Taste: This Fading Mad Memory... Expanding In Space. -Gray Squirrel 06-10-2025

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