He has been caught in the tree
And his guts are spilling
He is a kite
That has gotten
Many messages
The tree is tearing him
Apart
He has lost his cord
His heart is bleeding
The sky has no more clouds
To cry for him
He will have to play
With what he has
He will have to build a collage.
And what
If he is out of
Glue?
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