In the head too many thoughts , in the heart
too many mixed emotions,
throat, dry already, there are no more words.
It's probably better that way.
It 's a happy kite fluttering in the breeze of late winter
but does not have enough wire to go with the flow of air that tickles
and feels tight but does not know if that thread that holds it ... it is saving
or imprisoned.
This just so-so
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