Up to the Highest Height

In the dream, I was a balloon

and you Held my string
We flew for a little while
but kept getting tangled
We hit the plow a few times;
the ride became magical
Scraped knees on treetops
we lost our breath to the elevation
I replay our flight over and over
and I want you here- Now
There are few dreams on Wednesdays
worth mentioning without you or the blue

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